The midnight
The shadows start to move
It is the good moment
When eyes are sleeping
At the back lanes
Nobody care to look
It's only the homeless
Maybe some vagabond
The drug addicts
Injecting it to heaven
Eyes close to feel
The emptiness in the souls
They don't see the shadows
The dogs howling in distress
The shadows take them away
The midnight the shadows call
The midnight
The shadows start to move
The cool wind whoring their names
The dogs know the truth
The back streets
The cats and dogs run
They don't like the shadows
Coming in the midnight
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