Come gather ¡¯round people
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Wherever you roam
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And admit that the waters
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Around you have grown
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And accept it that soon
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You¡¯ll be drenched to the bone.
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If your time to you
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Is worth savin¡¯
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Then you better start swimmin¡¯
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Or you¡¯ll sink like a stone
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For the times they are a-changin¡¯.
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Come senators, congressmen
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Please heed the call
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Don¡¯t stand in the doorway
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Don¡¯t block up the hall
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For he that gets hurt
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Will be he who has stalled
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There¡¯s a battle outside
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And it is ragin¡¯.
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It¡¯ll soon shake your windows
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And rattle your walls
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For the times they are a-changin¡¯.
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Come mothers and fathers
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Throughout the land
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And don¡¯t criticize
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What you can¡¯t understand
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Your sons and your daughters
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Are beyond your command
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Your old road is
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Rapidly agin¡¯.
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Please get out of the new one
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If you can¡¯t lend your hand
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For the times they are a-changin¡¯.
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The Times They Are A-Changin'
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| Me First and the Gimme Gimmes |
