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There is a man I know |
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Who lives across the street |
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Every time I sit down at the table |
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He surveys what I eat |
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He's watching out for crime |
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To happen any time |
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He's always minding someone's business |
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And the business is usually mine |
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He's making sure that I don't have fun |
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Because he lives alone |
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He's watching in the darkness of his home... |
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Watching you, watching me |
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Six remote controls |
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So he can sit back on his ass |
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And watch the world from his perch |
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By the window, on the other side of the glass |
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He says he's looking out for me |
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but why can't he just see? |
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Just because he has nobody |
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He has to bother me...Watching me! |