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Following this empty echo of  the hollow of your mind
Where did everything
go nothing here left to find
Driving towards my own private road to hell
She said she still follows that little white line she's under it's spell
Following  some black memories of my mind
Never know what could be found
Visions crying without a sound
Locked Inside my mind
It come best with a shot
Of some kind 
Lost in conflict with the emty border of my heart
 move on my ever changing mood
It has never been quite  understood
Time, I need to see the hollow breathing of my black heart 
Time, she waits on no one
It's always slipping on by.
In this hollow chamber I her her say
She still follows that little white line. Looking out that window seeing only visions from   the past 
She still looks so  fine
Seeing your inner secrets
For all to see
Hidden in the back hallway of your mind  can see
So long and causing a sceen just to be right here waiting for someone to scream
Living inside you never need to hide 
Lost in the comer of your memories backspaced for all I see.
 I must confide, fades as she slowly walk by
Looking in empty eyes
She still follows that little white line 
And she knows she looks fine
In the emptied Hollowed out recess of time , did you follow your dream
Time fades slowly she catches your eye
She still looks so fine
Following her little white line 
She's still lost in her mind
Searching for her little white line
Cannot ever find
Hear the echoes beating in some place and another time
Lost to all the days following her little lover that little  white  line
Empty closets door is now closed and   she was left behind but still she looks so fine
Lost to that little white line
Future comes and goes
Still nobody knows 
Which way goes , and she   says she still following her little white line
How can she look so fine
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