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Sees

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They might be listening
They might be watching
They could be planning
They could be plotting
They will be coming
They will be at your door
You may run
You may hide
But when it’s time
They might just find you
And if they don’t
They’ll find me
And when they do
I’ll scream for you
And if you come
I’ll hold your hand
While we go together

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