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Jun 2015
Last night,*

A man followed me around
All about and through the town
Wearing a bandanna over his mouth

And he had so much pep
In all of his step
Whilst he followed me all through the south

His face went unseen
Which, to me, made him keen
I wanted the mystery to remain

So I left my door unlocked
And left my gun un-cocked
Who knows? Maybe I'm just insane

Then the stalker came in
Following me again
He followed me up to my bed

So I undressed myself
Placed my clothes on the shelf
And then, do you know what he said?

"You've been served."

(:
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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