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I'd rather bleed than watch you fall.
Friday came with envelopes, and the manager shook my hand.
Said the building's closing down for good,
He hoped I'd understand.
So I folded up my badge and tucked it in my coat,
And I told the bus driver I was going home.
I wasn't going home.
The bills are sitting under the sugar jar.

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