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Hornbach, 58 Kč ($3)
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One hundred eighty minutes You couldn't even spare For something enjoyable On a wet summer night It's just a slight blow to my Already bruised ego I shrugged it off and ran free Without you by my side |
Nothing you do surprises me Neither the good nor the bad Nowhere is where we are going Now it's just a little sad Being in this relationship To which there's no more to add Why do we still let it linger? Who's using whom? Who's been had? | ![]() |
![]() | I could be of use but hardly in a year I could be taken out to gain space for your gear I could be toyed with rolled around with a stick I could lie here waiting in the dark riding the bumps slowly rotting away wishing I'm in a riot out in the street burning |
How many times do you need to fall face down before walking around that bitch of a ditch? The first time we can consider a mistake but you did it again so I say for your sake It has been too long you ought to have learnt true love, unlike pity can never be earned. |
Forcing your way through taffy gets enervating at some point You must know it's quite daffy still you believe there's a point You continue wasting energy precious time and opportunity Just spit out the hard candy and find a new sweet to fancy |
When walking with you happens only when there's a vacancy When seeing you is practically serendipity When a future with you is as likely as winning the lottery It's time |
![]() | If you must lie again about meeting your friend for the minutes you spent were unknowingly lent whatever you have now simply must end. |
A hundred minute bubbles form and rise from your parched tongue with each pull of chilled amber all sorrows drowned before long. |
Running away from the light at the end of the tunnel not looking back, desperate to escape to the dark bliss of nothingness. |