There was a dry goods store

A flower shop

A barber with no nose

One alcoholic cop

A beauty parlor

Where they sat in chrome chairs

And it smelled like they burned

Some poor lady’s hair

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There were toys in the window

Of the five and dime

Little girls stared

Little boys whined

At the toys in the window of the five and dime

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Things change

They change a lot

Things change

They blow cold they blow hot

And if looking back that all you got

It don’t matter anyway

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Those same little girls 

They went to work in those stores

And those same little boys went away to wars

When they came home

All the jobs had gone away

Back to the places where they fought so far away

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Things change

They change a lot

Things change

They blow cold they blow hot

And if looking back that's all you got

It don’t matter anyway

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There was a dry goods store

A flower shop

A barber with no nose

There was one drunk cop

A beauty parlor

Where they’d sit in chrome chairs

They’d hide beneath the dryers

They just sit there, they stare

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Things change

They change a lot

Things change

They blow cold they blow hot

And if looking back that's all you got

It don’t matter anyway

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And if looking back that's all you got

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