Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

	  		Intro:    
  
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I took off for a weekend last month   
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Just to try and recall the whole year  
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All of the faces and all of the places   
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Wonderin' where they all disappeared  
  
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I didn't ponder the question too long   
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I was hungry and went out for a bite  
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Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum   
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and we wound up drinkin' all night  


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     It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes  
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     Nothing remains quite the same  
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     With all of our running and all of our cunning   
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     if we couldn't laugh we would all___ go in-sane
 
  
  
Reading departure signs in some big airport   
Reminds me of the places I've been  
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure   
Makes me want to go back again  
If it suddenly ended tomorrow  
I could somehow adjust to the fall  
Good times and riches and son of a bitches   
I've seen more than I can recall  
  
Chorus:    
     These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes  
     Nothing remains quite the same  
     Through all of the islands and all of the highlands   
     If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane  
  
(Repeat Intro chords)  
  
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine  
I wish I could jump on a plane  
So many nights I sit and dream of the ocean   
God I wish I was sailin' again  
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder  
So I can't look back for too long  
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me   
And I know that I can't go wrong  
  
Chorus:  
     With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes  
     Nothing remains quite the same  
     With all of my running and all of my cunning   
     If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane  
     If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane  
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     If we weren't all crazy we would go insane