She's walking down wind from the magic
Stalking wild cats through an alley of silhouettes
A blue tattoo of a shape that goes forever
She circles round the room with a shell of abalone
She's digging up the roots of my limit
And scattering the seeds to the wind
A cigarette hangs low from her lips,
She can make it last forever
She circles round the room with a shell of abalone
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