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I went back to the doctor |
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To get another shrink. |
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I sit and tell him about my weekend |
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But he never betray what he thinks. |
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Can you see the real me, doctor? |
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Can you see the real me, doctor? |
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Can ya mmm, can ya |
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I went back to my mother |
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I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me." |
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She said, "I know how it feels son, |
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'Cause it runs in the family." |
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Oh can you see the real me..., mother? |
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Can you see the real me, mother? |
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Can you see the real me |
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Can you see the real me |
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Can you see the real me, can ya |
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Can you see the real me |
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Can you see |
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The cracks between the paving stones |
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Look like rivers of flowing veins. |
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Strange people who know me |
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Peeping from behind every window pane. |
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The girl I used to love |
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Lives in this yellow house. |
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Yesterday she passed me by, |
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She doesn't want to know me now. |
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Oh can you see the real me, can ya? |
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Can ya |
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Can you see the real me, can ya? |
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I went to the holy man |
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Full of lies and hate |
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I seemed to scare him a little |
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So he showed me to the golden gate |
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I tell ya |
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Can you see the real me, holy man? |
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Can't you see the real me woo.... |
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Can't you see the real me |
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Can't you see the real me |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Ah no. |
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Rock and roll's going do me |
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Do me an evil wrong |
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Funny how your best friend's turn out |
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It was good for oh so long |
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Can't stop myself getting letters |
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And then the people try to turn me back |
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Publisher want my memoir |
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And my limousines are black |
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Can't you see the real me, rock and roll, rock and roll |
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Can't you see the real me me me me me me me |
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Can't you see the real me |
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Can't you see the real me |
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People |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
