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To the tune of Don Henley's "Boys of Summer"
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
You told me you were scared,
That you were out of reach
You called the police, the FBI,
But they can't stop me now!
I'm right outside your house,
I can see you're watching TV!
I can see you...
A stalker's job is never done