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[iqofafork]

You remind me of home: the paint cracks when the water leaks
from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
You remind me of home: the heater's warm but fills the room with a
potpurri of dust and gas fumes

But the foundation is crumbling and becoming one with the ground
while you lay there in slumber...
You're wasting your life
You're wasting your life
You're wasting your life
You're wasting your life

wasting your life