Verse
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When I look out my window,
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many sights to see.
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And when I look in my window,
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so many different people to be.
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That its strange, So strange.
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You got to pick up every stitch. (x3)
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Must be the season of the witch, (x3) Do this at the end of every verse, 3 times
[Verse 2]
G#7 C#9
When I look over my shoulder,
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what do you think I see?
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Summer kept lookin over his shoulder at me.
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And he's strange, sure is strange.
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You got to pick up every stich, (x2)
G#7 C#9 G#7
Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no
C#7 D# G#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)
G#7 C#9
You got to pick up every stitch,
G#7 C#9
the rabbits runnin in the ditch.
G#7 C#9 G#7
Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no
C#7 D# G#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)
[Verse 3]
G#7 C#9
When I look out my window,
G#7 C#9
What do you think I see?
G#7 C#9
And when I look in my window,
G#7 C#9
so many different people to be.
G#7 C#9
Its strange, sure is strange.
G#7 C#9
You got to pick up every stitch,
G#7 C#9
You got to pick up every stitch,
G#7 C#9 G#7
Two rabbits runnin in the ditch. Oh no
C#7 D# G#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)