| You play the changes, watch the stars
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| Look for new gods and number the years
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| Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head
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| You fly the snowflakes down and down
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| And join the circus — you’re the clown
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| Ut when you’re in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead
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| When the boy was born and laughing at the world
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| Then was day, then was play, then was love
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| When the sun was young and flying over the sky
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| Then was day, then was play, then was love
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| You went to the people played their desp’rate games
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| You turned your mind all around their rhymes
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| But your reason had gone, you’re yearning for your lady
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| They climbed the ladder, they’ve joined the queue
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| Friends and strangers ignoring you
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| And now your time and tide is up
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| The years are rolling away
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| The boy is old and longing for the night
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| On his own, cold as stone, he goes down |