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He's a perfect stranger, |
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Like a cross of himself and a fox. |
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He's a feeling arranger |
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And a changer of the ways he talks. |
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He's the unforeseen danger |
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The keeper of the key to the locks. |
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Know when you see him, |
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Nothing can free him. |
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Step aside, open wide, |
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It's the loner. |
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If you see him in the subway, |
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He'll be down at the end of the car. |
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Watching you move |
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Until he knows he knows who you are. |
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When you get off at your station alone, |
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He'll know that you are. |
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Know when you see him, |
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Nothing can free him. |
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Step aside, open wide, |
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It's the loner. |
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There was a woman he knew |
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About a year or so ago. |
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She had something that he needed |
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And he pleaded with her not to go. |
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On the day that she left, |
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He died, but it did not show. |
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Know when you see him, |
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Nothing can free him. |
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Step aside, open wide, |
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It's the loner. |
