| There’s one thing that won’t: change
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| We know we have to: rearrange
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| All that we say, or cry, or pray or do
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| Stand and; |
| believe, this time this point, this view
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| Nothing in history will ever be the same
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| Humans still change our world in everybody’s name
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| Tonight it seems she talks to me
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| Of everything that’s gonna be
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| We take too long to understand
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| Just like drifting continents
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| There’s one thing that won’t: change
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| We know we have to: rearrange
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| Even sometimes we build then break our rules
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| I still believe we change, look back, we always do
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| Remember building' kingdoms with bloody slavery
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| Or witches burn for Rome, religiously
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| Tonight it seems she talks to me
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| Of everything that’s gonna be
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| We take too long to understand
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| Just like drifting continents
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| Outside, outside, outside our mind an early view
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| Kingdoms come and go and now we fly to the moon
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| Rocket ships to mars, escape the border of our universe
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| Tonight it seems she talks to me
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| Of everything that’s gonna be
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| We take too long to understand
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| Just like drifting continents |