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!
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Watching
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| No Use For A Name |
