“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.”

Don’t want to be a richer man

Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it

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


I'm routinely overestimated.

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