| Comes a time
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| Oh there comes a time
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| Friends will wander farther from a love of your design
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| And they were mine
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| Oh when they were mine
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| I’d cross the wide ocean for to see that they were fine
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| Not one of use could hear the whistle blowing
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| We must have been away out on the range
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| No-one there to hold you when you’re shivering
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| You get bitten by the freezing winds of change
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| Sings a song
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| Oh she sings a song
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| One for him who did her right and him who did her wrong
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| Well I was one
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| I was one of far too many
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| Who got a little friendly for a little bit long
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| Not her nor I could hear the whistle blowing
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| We must have been some days out on the range
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| No-one there to hold you when you’re shivering
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| You get bitten by the freezing winds of change
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| Who will light a candle when I’ve passed along the way?
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| Who will moan as I’m blown away
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| By and by along the winds of change?
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| Draw a line
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| You have to draw a line
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| It’s hard enough to stand up straight beneath the weight of time
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| Let us be strong
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| I know my back is bending
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| But what I am defending is as precious as a song
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| When at last I hear the whistle blowing
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| I’ll look for one last time along the range
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| My tired lungs unto the sky delivering
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| A final breath upon the winds of change
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| We are carried on the freezing winds of change |