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The Stalker

In spyware's world without no right
everything is quite a sight.
Stalker follows an even pace
although i've never seen his face.
I know he's there in my own view,
hidden camera, what to do.
He follows me without a doubt
I wish he'd leave don't make me shout.
Who to turn to? I don't know,
this is an illegal show.
Done by the enemy it could be,
trying to take freedom away from me.
The tricks of the internet, please beware
be careful who you chat with there.
I don't like it, this is true
I wish somebody could help me through.
Nobody believes me, they can't see
how in the world it could possibly be.


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The Stalker

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