If you see him in the subway,
He'll be down at the end of
the car.
Watching you move
Until 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 knew
About a year or so ago.
She had something that he
needed
And 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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