Oh yeah
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Mm
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Still don't know what I was lookin for
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And my time was running wild
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A million dead-end streets
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Every time I thought I'd got it made
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It seemed the taste was not so sweet
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So I turned myself to face me
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But I've never caught a glimpse
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Of how the others must see the faker
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I'm much too fast to take that test
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Don't want to be a richer one
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Just gonna have to be a different one
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Time may change me
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But I can't trace time
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I watch the ripples change their size
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But never leave the stream
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Of warm impermanence
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So the days float through my eyes
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But still the days seem the same
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And these children that you spit on
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As they try to change their worlds
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They're immune to your consultations
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They're quite aware of what they're going through
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Where's your shame
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You've left us up to our necks in it
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Time may change me
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But you can't trace time
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Strange fascination, fascinating me
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Ah changes are taking the pace I'm going through
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
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(Turn and face the strange)
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Ch-ch-changes
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Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older
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Time may change me
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But I can't trace time
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I said that time may change me
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But I can't trace time
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Changes
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Butterfly Boucher |