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Not for the old
With schedules tightening around their necks;
bus drivers with a welded foot are losing races.
There's no time and no place for the old.
They're herded by masters that lack compassion;
a word that has no place in this public ant farm.
bus drivers with a welded foot are losing races.
There's no time and no place for the old.
They're herded by masters that lack compassion;
a word that has no place in this public ant farm.
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