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the good thief if he ever lived took nothing A stranger in a strange town the full moon her chaperone the razors edge of pavement stone tonight her stage her place called home She trys to leave no shadow that was cast many year ago for tonight she knows that it is a one girl band with her dye and plastic mole A guy wants her to light his candle and tells her about heavens scent she flicks her eyes to the skys above and asks is he looking for rent With another dawn on the horizon and her spirit still intact she tilts her head to the rising sun and whispers no time for looking back