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I hold the camera
Up to the light
The picture's changing
Something is moving
Slipping into the night
It's the black panther
Coming out from inside
It's the black panther
Holding me down I'm paralyzed
Screeching the tires
Cheap advertisements
Got me into its sights
An abstract instinct
And the urges can't be denied
