She walks down the path
A new life in front of her
It's a new journey
The signs are a little blurred from time to time
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You abuse yourself
In your little world
Only thoughts of you
Whirl and twirl
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Gray, white and black
It's a perfect painting if you look at it long enough
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Slouching in the alley
Crouching in the doorway
A cold Presence surrounds
The Black Shadow
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Appearing out of the fog
His shadow consuming all light in front
And tainting the light behind
With hands on hips
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