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He came from the dust With a match and a name A whisper in the dark born without shame The streets raise them cold and wide Here every friend is a ghost Every truth's a lie Boots heavy with the weight of sin Each step of a prayer will never begin The neon buzz is like a dying flame And every stranger knows his name His coat smells like whiskey and rain His hands built from lost and pain He don't speak much He just lights a smoke and breeze In the silence of hearts he broke The city hums low and cruel The devil teaches but he's no fool A thousand deals a thousand scars Each one a map beneath the stars He's seen angels crawl for one more breath He's laughed at love and dance with death The piano moans in a corner dim And every note sounds just like him The world forgot it soft apart So he keeps his soul in a Mason jar A spark in his eye A tear in disguise You never know heaven died inside He's a man who walked with shadows A ghost in a tailored suit He prays in bars not chapels And sings when he's destitute He's a man who walk with shadows In smoke and rain and pain Every dream he had turned hollow But he walks again He once loved a woman who burned like the Sun But even light fades when the night's begun She left a scar where his heart once beat Now he talks to the Moon from an empty seat The streets remember The walls still breathe The echo of a name beneath his teeth He's traded hope for a glass of fire Every sip takes them a little higher He hums a tune only ghost can hear A song of love regret and fear The bartender notes he's seen it before Men like him broke into the core And if you ask him what he's chasing He'll say just time and it's wasting Every sunrise feels like sin Every night he's born again No redemption No applause Just a man and his crooked laws And when the thunder starts to roll He tips his hat And sells his soul He's the man who walked with shadow The king of smoke and steel No crown no throne no kingdom but every wound is real He's a man who walk with shadows A preacher without a prayer If the devil's got a table He's already sitting there So raise your glass for the ones who roam For men who turn the dark to home For every sinner too proud to fall For every echo that still stands tall He'll fade one day without goodbye Just a flicker of smoke against the sky And if you listen when the bar lights die You'll hear him whisper Shadows never lie Shadows never lie. Dual exposure
A noir-style cityscape is dominated by a detective with a beard and fedora in the foreground, smoking a cigarette, with glowing eyes and visible smoke, while behind him a beautiful woman with wavy blonde hair, who appears illuminated by fire, and another character in a trench coat and fedora walks away, and another character in a trench coat and fedora sits at a bar table, under a full moon, with several birds flying across a cloudy sky; in the foreground of the street below, a glass of whiskey, playing cards, and a candle in a jar are visible on a rain-slicked surface, with a classic car and tall buildings with illuminated windows in the background in a cityscape of orange and dark blue tones, with glowing streetlights, smoke, and mist.