Can you see the real me...can ya...can ya...
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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 ĄŻbout my weekend
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But he never betrays what he thinks
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Can you see the real me doctor?
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I went back to my mother
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I said IĄŻm crazy ma help me
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She said I know how it feels son
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Cuz it runs in the family
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Can you see the real me mother?
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The cracks between the paving stones
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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 doesnĄŻt want to know me now
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Can you see the real me, can you?
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I ended up with the preacher
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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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Can you see the real me, preacher?
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Can you see the real me, me, me, me...
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The Real Me
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| John Entwistle |
