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My wandering friend, he might not be the oneâ¨
My dark-eyed friend, he might turn outâ¨
another of life's troubled, troubling sons
â¨â¨But you don't have to cut your hairâ¨
And you don't have to change the clothes you wear
â¨And you don't have to change
â¨â¨So even if your future grows
â¨in tiny hands and tiny toes
â¨it's only half the one you chose
â¨â¨And through the telescope of time
â¨where every strange look is a signâ¨
doesn't mean they'll judge you either way
â¨â¨He might still be the one you choose
â¨And you don't have to cut your hairâ¨
And you don't have to change the clothes you wear
â¨And you don't have to change
â¨â¨You don't have to change, you don't have to changeâ¨
You don't have to change (but you have to choose)