We are looking in on you now,
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What do you think you can do now,
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It's very small from way out here,
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The last thing you will feel is fear,
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Give you a chance to do the right thing,
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Give you a chance to do the bright thing,
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Now our sense is all disgusted,
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Where you're from you can't be trusted,
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Where I come from no-one smiles,
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Every inch exists in miles,
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Still it's cool relaxed and calm,
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Sitting here on the Funny Farm,
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World in prison screams in pain,
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There are no leaders you can blame,
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Human greed destroys your sphere,
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And there's no room for you out here,
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You're on your own now.
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The Watcher
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