I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line.
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He's watching me watching the trains go by.
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And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
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He's still watching me watching you watching the
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trains go by.
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And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
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and pulling my phone from the wall.
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His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
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making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
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He's watching me watching you watching him
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watching me
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I'm watching you watching him watching me
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watching Stares.
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At the cocktail party with a Bucks Fizz in my hand
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I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
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And they move so smooth without even trying.
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He's still watching me watching you watching the
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trains go by.
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And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesn't speak.
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I have to look the other way.
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But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
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Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
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what the hell's he trying to say.
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He's watching me watching you watching him
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watching me.
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I'm watching you watching him watching me
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watching Stares.
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He's watching me watching you watching him
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watching me.
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He's watching me watching you watching
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the trains go by.
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He's watching me watching you watching him
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watching me.
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He's watching me watching you watching him watching me.
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He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
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Watching Me Watching You
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| Jethro Tull |
