“Changes” by David Bowie

“And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They’re quite aware of what they’re going through.”

Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man

Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it

But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

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