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The watcher
Sitting in the corner there
Do you see him?
He's watching you right now
Through his greasy black hair
He's picking his nails
As he picks you out
Watching and waiting
You're to scared to shout
Not like It would help
He won't harm you I swear
After all,
You can't feel what's not there
Do you see him?
He's watching you right now
Through his greasy black hair
He's picking his nails
As he picks you out
Watching and waiting
You're to scared to shout
Not like It would help
He won't harm you I swear
After all,
You can't feel what's not there
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