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| Come gather 'round people wher | ever you r | oam |
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| And | admit that the waters ar | ound you have grown |
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| Acc | ept it that soon you'll be dre | nched to the b | one. |
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| If your t | ime to you is worth s | avin' |
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| Then you b | etter start sw | immin' or you'll | sink like a s | tone |
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| For the t | imes th | ey are a-ch | ang | in'. |
| Come mothers and fathers throughout the land |
| And don't criticize what you can't understand |
| Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command |
| Your old road is rapidly aging |
| So get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand |
| For the times they are a-changin' |
| Guitar solo |
| ...For the times they are a-changin' |
| The line it is drawn the curse it is cast |
| The slow one now will later be fast |
| As the present now will later be past |
| The order is rapidly fadin' |
| And the first one now will later be last |
| For the times they are a-changin' |