There They Are
Everywhere.
Everyone.
They're always following me, never can get enough.
Streets, buildings, cars.
People.
There they are.
They talk about me.
They dream about me.
They love me.
Never can get enough.
They are here.
Everywhere.
Everyone.
They all know me.
I make them turn.
I make them stop and stare.
I make them.
They talk about me.
They dream about me.
They love me.
They are everywhere.
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