No matter where I look they are there. Looking down at me. With their pea-sized eyeballs of theirs. They want it. They want what is mine. They know.
They may seem to think I think they are not looking at me. But no. I know. You think turning your head to look at that guy sprinkling seeds all over the place makes me think that you're not looking AT ME?! I know.
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You should play that music during that moment "Somebody's Watching Me" HAHAHAHA.
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