i've been
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typing for hours while he waits
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alone in the bushes
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there's a guy on the back lawn
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he can look under mats but he won't get in
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he scales the walls with almost no sound
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i'm sitting dead still with the light on
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i'm sending off my resignation
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before he gets to all i got
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i'm staring at nothing
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my frozen joints all broke away
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i'm sending off to find them
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Typing: 1974-2048
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| The Faint |
