When I first saw your trespasser
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He wandered uninvited to your door
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He seemed to know his way around
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Although I'd never seen his face before
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Pausing for a moment underneath your window ledge
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He turned around to see the shadow of the sundial on the hedge
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There was a tightness in his face as though he were on edge
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I don't know why
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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But I seem to see him all the time
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You said if there's a trespasser
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There must be a footprint or a sign
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And what would he be looking for
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There's nothing here for anyone to find
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And while you tried to say it couldn't be I realized
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That you could feel no sense of danger and you didn't seem surprised
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I got the feeling that you knew more than you said but felt advised
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To keep it in
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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But I seem to see him all the time
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Now I see your trespasser go wandering alone
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Sometimes he's standing by the flowers or melting in the stone
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And even when I cannot see him I can feel it in my bones
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That he's still there
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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But I seem to see him all the time
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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You see him in your dreams
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But I seem to see him all the time
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Trespasser
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| Al Stewart |
