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He's a perfect stranger |
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Like a cross of himself and a fox |
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He's a feeling arranger |
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And a changer of the ways he talks |
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He's the unforeseen danger |
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The keeper of the key to the locks |
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Know when you see him |
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Nothing can free him |
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Step aside, open wide |
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It's the loner |
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If you see him in the subway |
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He'll be down at the end of the car |
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Watching you move |
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Until he knows, he knows who you are |
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When you get off at your station alone |
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He'll know that you are |
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Know when you see him |
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Nothing can free him |
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Step aside, open wide |
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It's the loner |
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There was a woman he knew |
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About a year or so ago |
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She had something that he needed |
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And he pleaded with her not to go |
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On the day that she left |
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He died, but it did not show |
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Know when you see him |
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Nothing can free him |
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Step aside, open wide |
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It's the loner |
