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Through the searching lights that weave and dartsComes the stranger that cares not for your heartThe pain of living life this way must take its toll on you some dayYour jaded eyes can see embarrassment or harmThe frail skin that bleeds emotionally on guardAll lowest forms of life are pounding you inside Your hollow cold display your tires masqueradeLet the image that you present enticeUnlike the mirror that shows the strains of viceThis act of contact your decay while willing souls will more than pay