Hanne Hukkelberg - The Successor After The Professor lyrics

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Hundred and fifty years old

A mind colored in gold

He barely believes he's alive

Knuckles and blood are getting dry

Can't go to sleep at night

He has to complete his fight

But everything draws towards an end

He cannot anylonger pretend

But his ideas still live

There's so much more to give

There must be a way this can be solved

A solution both simple and bold

As clear as lightning from the sky

As obvious as day and night

The idea was that the professor, of course

Needed a successor<br />

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Thanks to razvan