| Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam
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| And admit that the waters around you have grown
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| And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
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| If your time to you is worth saving
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| Then you better start swimmin' or you’ll sink like a stone
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| For the times, they are a-changin'
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| Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
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| And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
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| And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel’s still in spin
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| And there’s no tellin' who that it’s namin'
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| For the loser now will be later to win
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| For the times, they are a-changin'
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| Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
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| Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall
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| For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
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| And the battle outside ragin'
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| Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
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| For the times, they are a-changin'
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| Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
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| Please don’t criticize what you can’t understand
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| Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
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| Your old road is rapidly aging
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| Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
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| For the times, they are a-changin' |