There's no sweat on your brow
Do you remember when there was?
And all you needed was a good set of walking legs
And how you'd stay up high away from the floor
But that's the only place you seem to be
Every time I stop by to say
How are things?
There's no hope left in your hands
Where went all of those good old plans?
And all we needed was to have a constant stand
Staying way up high away from the floor

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