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Sep 2015
I don't ask how he is
Because I don't care

Get a clue

Sit in front of the television and stare
Stare at the screen from 7 to 10

All you can do is repeat
The same cycle again and again

Don't ask me how I am
You'll never know

I don't ask you
How you are
Because I don't care
I don't care how you are

I don't care to know
How many anxiety pills you had to stuff down
To make it through the week

I wish you well

I worked my whole life
And this year
I'll be working part time again

America the ship
Sinking down
Down down down

In deep waters
Buried in the ground

Trillions in debt
What a shame
To the bankers
I guess it's just a game
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