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{title: The times they are a-changin'}
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{artist: Bob Dylan}
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{album: The times they are a changin}
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{cover: the-times-they-are-a-changin}
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{language: english}
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{columns: 2}
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{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3}
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{define: Em frets 0 2 2 0 0 0}
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{define: C frets X 3 2 0 1 0}
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{define: Am frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
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{define: D frets X X 0 2 3 2}
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{define: D7 frets X X 0 2 1 2}
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{define: G7 frets 3 2 0 0 0 1}
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Come [G]gather 'round [Em]people
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Where [C]ever you [G]roam
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And ad[G]mit that [Am]waters
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Ar[C]ound you have [D]grown
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And ac[G]cept it that [Em]soon
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You'll be d[C]renched to the [G]bone
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If your time to [Am]you is worth [D]savin'
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Then you better start [D7]swimmin'
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Or you'll [G7]sink like a s[D]tone
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For the [G]times they are a-[C]cha[D]ngi[G]n'
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Come writers and critics
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Who prophecies with your pen
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And keep your eyes wide
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The chance won't come again
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And don't speak too soon
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For the wheel's still in spin
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And there's no tellin' who
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That it's naming
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For the loser now
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Will be later to win
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For the times they are a-changin'
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Come mothers and fathers
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Throughout the land
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And 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 aging
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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'
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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 that gets hurt
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Will be he who has stalled
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There's a battle
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Outside and it's 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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The line it is drawn
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The curse it is cast
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The slow one now will
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Later be fast
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As the present now
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Will later be past
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The order is rapidly fadin'
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And the first one now
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Will later be last
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For the times they are a-changin'
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