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When I look out my window |
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Many sights to see |
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And when I look in my window |
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So many different people to be |
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That it's strange, so strange |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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Must be the season of the witch, yeah |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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Oh, when I look over my shoulder |
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What do you think I see? |
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Some other cat looking over |
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His shoulder at me |
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And he's strange, sure he's strange |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah |
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Beatniks are out to make it rich |
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Oh no, must be the season of the witch |
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Must be the season of the witch, yeah |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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The rabbits running in the ditch |
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Beatniks are out to make it rich |
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Oh no, must be the season of the witch |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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When I look |
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Oh, when I look out my window |
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What do you think I see? |
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And when I look in my window |
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So many different people to be |
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It's strange, sure it's strange |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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You've got to pick up every stitch |
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The rabbits running in the ditch |
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Oh no, must be the season of the witch |
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Must be the season of the witch, yeah |
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Must be the season of the witch |
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When I look |
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When I look |
