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One night
It was you and me
me and you
riding through traffic to your house
It was you and me
me and you
talking about senseless things
just to pass by the time
It was you and me
me and you
both knowing what
was going to happen
You needed some juice
and I was your current
both our cars plugged
into each others
I gave you a jump
I was the neglected one
you got your shocks.
I guess it was just me
that thought it would
last more than just one night.
It was me that expected
to be satisfied.
Me that thought I could be
a hit and runner without a
conscious.
It was you and me
me and you
our hearts driving
in different directions
like long distant relationships
I stopped at a gas station in NY
you got plugged again in D.C
But in the same city we would
never plug again.
I though I was brave.
So why do I feel like
a hitch hiker who got
ignored in the middle of the
street when her thumb was up?
Why didn't the driver ever look back?
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