In the Attic - Stalker

Keep on watching Mr. Stalker
Don't you miss her when she walks by
Her eyes filled with broken glass
Since she knows that you know and she knows that you know
And she knows, that you're somewhere
Around, where she hides her pain
Around, her private saint
Around, her second name
Around, you were somewhere around
You grow tired Mr. Stalker
She keeps falling out of your pocket
Your palms cut by broken glass
Since she knows that you know and she knows that you know
And she knows, that you're somewhere
Around, where she hides her pain
Around, her private saint
Around, her second name
Around, you were somewhere around

Written by:
Edvard Hadalin, Tatiana Smirnova

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