| I am the cat that walks alone
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| I have no past and no recall
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| The daytime passes into dusk
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| The golden motes of dust still dance
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| But there’s no living for me here
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| I must move on, the call is clear
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| And you won’t notice me at all
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| The night is dark and we’re all grey
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| A shape that shifts in shadow’s play
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| An eye that gleams and then lets die
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| The moment soft as silken down
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| You’re not listening, so you can’t hear
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| And I watch you so carefully
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| Your tricks and habits I absorb
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| The way you light a cigarette
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| The drink, the chat, the pointless play
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| Your earrings swing and catch the light
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| My spirit walks, in that thin spark
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| I am the cat that walks alone
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| I hunt in silence, then I’m gone
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| My fire burns fierce, but it’s contained
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| You only thought you caught a glimpse
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| A trick d light, so hard to say
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| You’ll sleep forever, and I move on… |