| Old man, sitting there
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| He’s so fine, in his chair.
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| Watching him grow his hair
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| It’s so long, he doesn’t care.
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| He just keeps waiting for the day
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| When Mother Earth takes him away.
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| He just keeps waiting for the day
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| A pod is waiting for him,
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| A pod is waiting for him.
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| Old woman, lying there
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| With blue die in her hair.
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| Sweet smell of love endured,
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| It’s so strong, it’s in the air.
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| She just keeps waiting for the day
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| When Father Time takes her away.
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| She just keeps waiting for the day
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| A pod is waiting for her,
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| A pod is waiting for her,
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| A pod is waiting for her,
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| A pod is waiting for her.
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| Old folks, there you go.
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| There’s something that they know.
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| Count down the days ahead,
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| Or have fun and stay in bed.
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| The just keep waiting for the day
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| When pearly gates show them the way.
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| They just keep waiting for the day
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| A pod is waiting for them,
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| A pod is waiting for them,
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| A pod is waiting for them,
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| A pod is waiting for them!
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| When your time has come it’s come.
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| What you’ve done is all you’ve done.
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| Now it’s gone, yes it’s gone.
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| When your time has come it’s come.
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| What you’ve done is all you’ve done. |