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