| When I look out my window,
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| Many sights to see.
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| And when I look in my window,
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| So many different people to be That it’s strange, so strange.
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| Mm, must be the season of the witch,
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| Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
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| Must be the season of the witch.
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| When I look over my shoulder,
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| What do you think I see?
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| Some other cat looking over
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| His shoulder at me And he’s strange, sure he’s strange.
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| Beatniks are out to make it rich,
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| Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
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| Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
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| Must be the season of the witch.
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| The rabbits running in the ditch,
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| Beatniks are out to make it rich,
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| Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
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| Must be the season of the witch,
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| Must be the season of the witch.
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| When I look.
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| When I look out my window,
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| What do you think I see?
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| And when I look in my window,
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| So many different people to be It’s strange, sure it’s strange.
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
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| The rabbits running in the ditch,
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| Oh no, must be the season of the witch,
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| Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
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| Must be the season of the witch.
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| When I look, when I look. |