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Read it in the papers
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Read it in the books
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Find it in the mail-box
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between the lines and hooks
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The games we play
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And hope to win
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Things change
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Step into the hallway
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Step out into the street
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Hang out at those places
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Were all the people meet
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The avant-garde
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And right from the start
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Things change
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I used to be a Marylin
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Like so many others
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The saddest clown you've ever seen
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On yout television screen
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That was style
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But now it seems sort of senile
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Miles away from here
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Miles away from you and me
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Ideas are running wild and free
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the wind chases them up and down
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never lets them touch the ground
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They pretend to sleep and let it be
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But when they wake up
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And put on a make-up
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They set up a new rule
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The same old scheme
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The same old dream
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That things change
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I used to be a king of need
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Like so many others
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I used to sell my heart and soul
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Once in a while
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And that was style
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Just now some miles away from here
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The wind chases me up and down
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never lets me touch the ground
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I pretend to sleep and let it be
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But when I wake up
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I put on a make-up
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And set up a new rule
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That's how things change
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things change
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