| Gather 'round people
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| Wherever you roam
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| Admit that the waters
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| Around you have grown
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| And accept it that soon
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| You’ll be drenched to the bone
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| If your time to you
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| Is worth savin'
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| Then you better start swimmin'
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| Or you’ll sink like a stone
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| For the times they are a changin
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| Come senators, congressmen
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| Please heed the call
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| Don’t stand in the doorway
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| Don’t block up the hall
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| For he who gets hurt
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| Will be he who has stalled
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| There’s a battle outside
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| And it is ragin'
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| It’ll soon shake your windows
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| And rattle your walls
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| For the times they are a changin'
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| Mothers and fathers
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| Throughout the land
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| Don’t criticize
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| What you can’t understand
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| Your sons and your daughters
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| Are beyond your command
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| Your old road is
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| Rapidly agin'
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| Please get out of the new one
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| If you can’t lend your hand
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| For the times they are a changin' |