Well, I look out my window, what do you think I see?
Thousands of people staring back at me
And it's strange, it's strange, it's strange, it's strange
You've got to pick up every stich, you've got to pick up every stich
You've got to pick up every stich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Well, I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see?
Some little man lookin' over his shoulder, staring straight back at me
It's strange, it's strange, it's strange, it's strange
You've got to pick up every stich, you've got to pick up every stich
You've got to pick up every stich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch
I, I, forever and ever and ever and ever

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