Water Under the Bridge

It's water under the bridge
And it breaks a solid dam.
This is a land of few words.
We got our guns,
And our get away cars.
We remain on the run.
Until we meet our shadow
In the mirror of a friend.
Choose your battles.
Change comes at dawn.

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