(Dylan)
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Come gather 'round people wherver you roam
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And admit that the waters around you have grown,
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And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone,
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If your time to you is worth saving,
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Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone,
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For the times they are a-changing!
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Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen,
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And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
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And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin,
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And there's no telling who that it's naming.
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For the loser now will be later to win,
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For the times they are a-changing!
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Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call,
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Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall.
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For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled,
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There's a battle outside and it's raging.
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It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls,
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For the times they are a-changing!
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Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land,
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And don't criticize what you can't understand.
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Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command,
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Your old road is rapidly aging.
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Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand,
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For the times they are a-changing!
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The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast,
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The slow one now will later be fast.
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As the present now will later be past,
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The order is rapidly fading.
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And the first one now will later be last,
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For the times they are a-changing!
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The Times They Are A'Changin'
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The Hollies |