by Stan C. Countz
It was great; it was fine
But I can't wait to shut the gate
On two thousand eight
And mark the date for two thousand nine
So don't complain
Don't moan and whine
Just use your brain
And I'll use mine
Just face the pain
And take the time
To praise His name
And walk the line
Take your aim and wait for a sign
One day the sun again will shine
We'll leave the days of rain behind
Say goodbye to two thousand eight
It's time to face two thousand nine
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