The Times They Are Changing

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Come gather round skeptics, 
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wherever you roam
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Cuz it seems ideology's taken it's 
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toll
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Now that diverse opinions give 
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way to control
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And the words that we are exchanging
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Imply we should all simply stick 
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to our roles
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But the times they are a changing

[Verse 2]
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White protesters speaking with 
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pride on behalf
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Of people who's pigment is used 
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to distract
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From the unbelievably ironic fact
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These righteous protesters are 
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racists
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If you look in that mirror you 
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won't like what looks back
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Cuz the times they are a changing

[Verse 3]
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Women infantilized everyday
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But not by the men who the 
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feminists blame
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But instead by the motto that 
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constantly claims
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"The patriarchy is raging"
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Oh suddenly I guess the draft 
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ain't so great
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Cuz the times, they are a changing

[Verse 4]
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Right wing and left wing now on 
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the same side
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To fight against those who would 
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rather decide
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That it's only their opinions 
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that are right
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Our differences we are embracing
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The lines have been redrawn here 
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for the first time
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And the times they are a changing

[Verse 5]
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Journalists, or should I just 
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call you crooks
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You peddled your oil for 
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perceived greater goods
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But our lives ain't decided by 
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cults or by books
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Your regressive shackles are fading
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Your righteous indignation's just a
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 new fangled hood
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Oh, the times they are a changing