| Hey, did anybody else see
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| The cast of fools around me
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| Who never seem to look us in the eye
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| But magically appear to bum a ride
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| And if you care to look
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| I think I can write you a book
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| I’ll entitle it my «Book of Too Late Changes»
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| Hey, does anybody here know
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| The way you get to Wilco
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| We’re roughly peers
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| And yet they seem to thrive
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| Bite that fruit and only taste the rind
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| For something brave and sweet
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| Attend to me, girls, as I read
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| You a passage from my «Book of Too Late Changes»
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| Hey, does anybody else here need
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| The true resurrection of the lost and bittersweet
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| Our
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| armourette
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| upon the field is slain
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| A pulse returns to spark the mortal flame
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| Awaken from desire
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| Rise up and go forth to the fire
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| Where we offer up a «Book of Too Late Changes»
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| And we offer up the «Book of Too Late Changes»
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes
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| (Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) |