The crocodiles of old
Nothing will come out to control
It is all about taking hold
The country of their own values
One major crocodile
His health is on the decline
Yet he doesn't see his sins
Piling up without good deeds
He still keeps harping
The wrong way to paradise
It is in life where paradise hide
If only his kind remember it
The crocodiles of old
A chance to show it
But they spin many tales
Piling up sins in their minds
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