The Old Man From Far Away
this old man is always there
after your soul
no one cares
he's a greedy old man
he wants what you got
all to himself
he'll put you away
like a toy on a shelf
don't give in to his dark evil stare
you may not like it
but he is always there
there shining eyes
filled with greed
run while you can
he hardly let you breathe
run little boys
run little girls
don't fall
or nothing will be yours
he hunts all night
even through the day
here he comes
the old man from far away
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