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Waiting for the bus, waiting for the fall. Waiting for the end of it all -- we wait, you grow like a tumor, like a spreading rumor. Kick a pillar, watch the fucker fall, but fall softly.
But then she asks, "how are my kids gonna eat?" I can't believe something so simple's got us beat; caught inside for the collapse. "After the crash, you'll get used to eating trash" -- sorry dude, but the dumpsters go too.
Fall, but fall softly.
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