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Sitting all alone in a place that's called the night with the clicking of a mouse he enters on the site He searches on the pages looking for some clues maybe in the words there's something he can use A vixen all excited who's looking for some fun a lady there in waiting or a man that's on the run He reads there of a man who is shedding all his tears for a woman who has left him after all these years Down there at the bottom is a hater of all men claiming that no one can know exactly where she's been As he wades all through the rubble or stops to pick a lock the only sounds he hears is the ticking of a clock Should he let out all his demons or join with the contrite should he be so cavalier and stay there hidden out of sight should he gather all his weapons and start an ugly fight as he reads he tries to pick what will suit his plate tonight the choices are so many as he crawls on through the night but he clicks on to the exit and then turns out the light.

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