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The Place and the Time (J. Miller/D. Stevenson)

Here to sing our words and song
Finger chimes and wonder

Nothing, nothing, nothing
Mother and Father, think for yourself
This is the place and the time

Make the changes, hear the time
All those silly words don't seem to rhyme
Now I'm cold and I wonder why
My twelfth-floor mansions seem to touch the sky
Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here

My, what a strange vision I have seen
And what a change

What's that walkin' through my years

And breathin' on your mind?
When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs
We'll be blowin' out your mind

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