We found his diary today. He wrote in great detail, how cleverly he planned All of the killings. How precisely he executed his insane fantasies. It was All so perfect except for one thing... one thing, one thing, one thing, one thing I like to watch from my car I like to make sure you dont go far I know the hours you sleep Dont approve of the company that you keep While youre in work Im alone In your room, on your bed and youll never know I like to go through your things The touch, the smell, the joy it brings I know where you live I know where you hide I know what keeps you alive I know where you go I know who you know I know where youre spending your nights I dont like the guy in the suit Or that street punk in the combat boots You may not see them again I showed them a quick but painful end I know where you live I know where you hide I know what keeps you alive I know where you go I know who you know I know where youre spending your nights I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I want to know what you say I need to hear the prayers you pray I like to play with your hair When you sleep and you dream and theres no one there I know where you live I know where you hide I know what keeps you alive I know where you go I know who you know I know where youre spending your nights I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you I see, I feel, I watch over you
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