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Still don't know what I was waiting for |
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And my time was running wild, 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, 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-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Don't have to be a richer man |
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Ch-ch-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Don't want to be a better man |
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Time may change me |
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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 of warm impermanence |
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And 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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Are immune to your consultations |
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They're quite aware of what they're going through |
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Ch-ch-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Don't tell them to grow up and out of it |
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Ch-ch-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Where's your shame, 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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Changes are taking the pace, I'm going through |
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Ch-ch-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Look out you rock 'n rollers |
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Ch-ch-changes, ch-ch-changes |
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(Turn and face the strange) |
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Pretty soon 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 |
