Come gather 'round people
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Wherever you roam
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And admit that the waters
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Above 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', changin'.
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Come writers and critics
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Who prophesize with your pen
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And keep your eyes wide
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The chance won't come again
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And don't speak too soon
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For the wheel's still in spin
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And there's no tellin' who
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That will be namin'.
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For the loser now
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Will be later to win
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For the times they are a-changin', changin'.
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Come senators and 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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For wind'll soon shake your windows
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And rattle your walls
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For the times they are a-changin', they are a-changin', Hey
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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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For 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', they are a-changin',
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The line it is drawn
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And the curse it is cast
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And the slow one now
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Will later be fast
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As the present now
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Will later be past
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The order is
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Rapidly fadin'.
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For the first one now
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Will later be last
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For the times they are a-changin', changin'.
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The Times They Are A-Changin'
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| Nina Simone |
