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Come gather 'round people |
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Wherever you roam |
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And admit that the waters |
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Around you have grown |
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And accept it that soon |
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You'll be drenched to the bone. |
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If your time to you |
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Is worth savin' |
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Then you better start swimmin' |
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Or you'll sink like a stone |
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For the times they are a-changin'. |
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Come writers and critics |
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Who prophesize with your pen |
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And keep your eyes wide |
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The chance won't come again |
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And don't speak too soon |
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For the wheel's still in spin |
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And there's no tellin' who |
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That it's namin'. |
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For the loser now |
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Will be later to win |
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For the times they are a-changin'. |
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Come senators, congressmen |
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Please heed the call |
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Don't stand in the doorway |
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Don't block up the hall |
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For he that gets hurt |
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Will be he who has stalled |
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There's a battle outside |
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And it is ragin'. |
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It'll soon shake your windows |
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And rattle your walls |
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For the times they are a-changin'. |
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Come mothers and fathers |
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Throughout the land |
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And don't criticize |
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What you can't understand |
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Your sons and your daughters |
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Are beyond your command |
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Your old road is |
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Rapidly agin'. |
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Please get out of the new one |
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If you can't lend your hand |
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For the times they are a-changin'. |
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The line it is drawn |
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The curse it is cast |
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The slow one now |
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Will later be fast |
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As the present now |
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Will later be past |
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The order is |
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Rapidly fadin'. |
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And the first one now |
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Will later be last |
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For the times they are a-changin'. |
