| Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
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| Admit that the waters around you have grown
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| Accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
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| If your time to you is worth savin'
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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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| The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
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| The slow one now will later be fast
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| The present now will later be past
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| The order is rapidly fadin'
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| And the first was now will later be last
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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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| And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
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| Your sons and daughters are beyond your command
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| Your old road is rapidly agein'
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| Get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
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| For the times they are a-changin' |