Times of change nothing can stand alone
Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own
Can't you see fading dreams of yesterday
You were free running from reality
Everybody restless, living in a suitcase
everybody shrinking, searching for a new face
children in a dungeon, looking for the sunrise
blind to the eyes of the world
I would go where no one asks my name
and I would know the face of friend or enemy
Listen to the newsman, singing of the progress
easy ways of living, don't listen to the hopless
spoon fed minds full of plastic illusion
sometimes caring when you wake them
Times of change nothing can stand alone
Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own

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