| :[judy was a runaway]: |
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judy was a runaway looking for her spark so she came into the city and she walked through needle park with a fire in her eyes and her words that go unspoken she had traveled round the world but she had never been to brooklyn timmy was a firecracker always in the trash he had twenty seven diamonds in a bucket full of cash with his finger on the trigger and his eyes upon the prize he had never felt the fury he had never saw the guise of a little teenage runaway a wonder in the night she had ducked behind an alley way and rocked a ten inch knife quiet as she steps silently she waits underneath the overpass they can barely hear her say one for your love your pleasure your obsession and one for your kiss after midnight, timmy's blood ran cold judy had a dead demon buried in her soul she could hear her father screaming from the top of the hill but killing little creatures could had never quelled the thrill she was haunted by a memory and plans that she had made but judy would never hesitate to find another blade quiet as she steps silently she waits underneath the overpass they can barely hear her say one for your love your pleasure your obsession and one for your kiss try and think how many sit and wished upon this ray of bliss or hoped that life's last setting sun was bright enough for everyone but shadows lie beneath my pen they visit round the table bends transcend the thoughts of a labored day they sit there, pause and then fade away.
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