| Whoa, whoa, changes
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| I’ve been going through some
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| Everybody does, everybody does
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| Though they’re subtle ones
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| Whether it’s the way we look at life
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| And all of life’s possibilities
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| Or the way we comb our hair
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| Or interesting faces
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| When day becomes night
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| When night becomes morning
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| When wrong becomes right
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| When right becomes a warning
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| When the good in us becomes better
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| When the good die young
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| When we look at all the seasons
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| To find we challenged none
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| Whether it’s the way we look at mountains
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| Decorating our horizons
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| Or the way we search our hearts
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| To free our minds
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| Whoa, changes, changes
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| Oh oh, changes
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| Look at the universe, look at the cryin'
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| Look at our children, look at our babies
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| Look at the flowers
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| Whoa, everybody does, everybody does
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| Go through changes, my, my, my
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| As I search my heart right now, ooh, ooh |