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Car crashes, car crashes are like that.
All of a sudden its just, BAM STOPPED.
A glass slams down on the counter
To make it more lifelike,
The water in it, swirls perturbed
Sloshes around like its drunk, fuck it whatever,

I laugh sometimes right after when i see em creak along
Right after, and bump the curb,
The people file out, as if they’re dice thrown outta cup

You know small children and animals, you light a match
And you watch em follow it, thats how you can tell they can see
Funny it always catches their attention
And its like they cant see anything else

People, people are like that
I wonder about that fire you know, in em, or whatever
Its like lightin a match, for no rhyme or reason
Theres a fire and its hangin onto this stick it’s eatin’ for dear life
You can shake it and watch it cling..
And like most everything sooner or later it’ll bite ya 
When its all worn down

So before that you drown it in the water
Car crashes, car crashes are like that.
All of a sudden its just, done, stopped

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