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Jones-Wright |
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Times have changed, |
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It's plain to see |
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Things just aren't like they used to be |
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Blink your eyes |
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and life may pass you by |
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Too much happening to wonder why. |
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The past has gone |
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and future's come |
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Like a stranger at your door |
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Yet all the people carry on |
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Their ways of living |
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And the sins they left behind |
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All seem forgiven. |
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Times have changed |
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It's plain to see |
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Things just aren't like they used to be |
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Never ending changes near and far |
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Makes you wonder really who you are |
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They've changed it all |
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We're not so small |
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Like we used to be. |
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Yesterday the future was a dream |
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Now that dream is just a passing thing |
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Your spirit cries you must realise (sic) |
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There are greater things to come |
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All the people carry on their ways of living |
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And the sins left behind |
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All seem forgiven. |
