Running

Hot steamy night alone
I wait for you
Cold brittle morning alone
And I cry for you
And when you finally call
You cloak your moves in the shadows

Those days and nights I was good to you
They must not have meant very much to you
The night I needed you the most
My cries fell on deaf ears

Artist: Information Society

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