The week is over, the week is over Now I can relax and mull my power It is easy, I have none All my influences are gone
With age comes knowledge and gray hairs As time moves on things do change I I move slower so does my brain I hop around with the help of a cane
Stumble, yes once in a while But always stand up for what's right Falling down always hurt But getting up always worked
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