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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

Backwater

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?