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The cat needs a bone, then he's set for a walk

The dog has nine lives and can see in the dark

Since when did they trade the most stable of traits

Keep up with times changing

Three hundred years late

I still think I'm 20, but my passport don't lie

Look at that picture! That face sure ain't mine!

Whose hands are these? Weathered and scarred

They don't belong to such a young man

Whose eyes are these? With failing sight

I stand so strong, still in the fight

The drones fill the air where the birds used to fly

The number has grown, as they darken the sky

The world in high gear, I'll never catch up

Oh God please, please make it stop!