An Old Soul

He watches the clock like a hawk
He tries to hold on tight
To the seconds that seem to slip on by
No matter how hard he tries

He looks down to the ground
His feet shuffle on by
As he walks down town
To drink a way his life

An old soul
Told me his story
He felt aged beyond his years

You must
Laugh at the world
In order to hold back the tears

You get busy livin
Or you get busy dyin
In this heart breaking world you get no points for trying

You get busy livin
Or you get busy dyin
In this heart breaking world you get no points for trying

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Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah

You get no points
You get no points points points
You get no points
You get no points points points



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Malcolm Mccomb
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