| Things change, oh, how they change
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| One day can turn to an age
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| Heart strings can tether or fray
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| Yet mine seem severed this way
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| I’m afraid that you’re the lonely one
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| I’m afraid that you may be
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| But in all it’s just a drop in time
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| 'Til there’s no one left like me
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| And for now it’s like the world can’t spin
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| And I’d stop it if I could
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| All until things change again
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| As I suspect they should
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| And for now it’s like the world can’t spin
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| And I’d stop it if I could
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| All until things change again
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| As I suspect they should
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| No faith but I mean what I pray
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| I’ll stay for what’s left of my face
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| I’ve tried (to) keep track of my thanks
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| I’ve few, but most given away
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| I’m afraid that you’re the lonely one
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| I’m afraid that you may be
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| But in all it’s just a drop in time
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| 'Til there’s no one left like me
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| And for now it’s like the world can’t spin
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| And I’d stop it if I could
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| All until things change again
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| As I suspect they should
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| Things change
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| Things change, oh, how they change
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| Things change, oh, how they change |