It don't take long
To get old
When you are
Moving real fast
Your bones
They start grumbling
Bags start to hang from
Bloodshot eyes
Brain starts to
Beg for help
Real teeth
Disappear from your mouth
Got false ones now
Falling behind
In the rat race
From baby stroller to wheel chair
When you are
Moving real fast
It sure don't and very long
To get old
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