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Empty Eyes

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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