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Walks the street like a shadow
You feel him first, then see him
A warm breath in the dark, ready to burn
He walks slow
like the night belongs to him
Sharp eyes
Low voice
Words fall slow
like wet neon after rain
He doesn't pose
Doesn't act
He moves through the world like a shadow that can shine
He doesn't pose
Doesn't act
He is a vision
A story that won't let go
He has a broken rhythm like old songs that never die
And that quiet strength he wears gets under your skin
He doesn't pose
Doesn't act
He moves through the world like a shadow that can shine
He doesn't pose
Doesn't act.
He is a vision
A story that won't let go
