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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 Faces change But they still all look the same Rearrange Even change the names And change the personalities And who will be around Hiding underground... change the game Say what you see What you feel and what you hear Even though It may change, turn the page Watch it alternate See them radiate As you vacillate... let it change Black turns into white And the dawn recedes to dusk Green to gold and red Stop yields to go And harvest shifts to grow Time to turn and move ahead And the colors change, strange And then it all goes back the way it was before People change Oh, but they all still feel the same Still in danger Of losing precious individuality Changing personality And who will hold on to you When everything is through? Change the game |