[Pack/Powell]
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There's a voice on the phone
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Who just called in to say
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"Mr. Jones isn't home
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He'll be gone for the day"
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So he pulls down the blind
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To adjust his disguise
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But it's all in his mind
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Which he proudly denies
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I turn the boat back from the weir
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Where to go from here
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I can't hide from each face I see
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Looking out from behind them is me
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I'm attempting to guess
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What they meant when they said
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"Mr. Jones and his guest
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Won't be using the bed"
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So if I take the rap
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While they stay out of sight
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I can spring from the trap
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When the timing is right
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One minute I think I know what I mean
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The next I hear voices inside disagree
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Why are they laughing at me?
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So I pick up the phone
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Someone's asking of me
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Is the real Mister Jones
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Mister One, Two or Three?
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So I say that they're not
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But it's not as I say
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'Cos they're all that I've got
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And I can't get away
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As Alice waves us through the glass
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Are we home at last
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For tomorrow they'll be here you see
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Locked away safe inside there with me
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'Cos tomorrow they'll be here you'll see
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Locked away safe inside they're with me
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One minute I think I know what I mean
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The next I hear voices inside disagree
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Why are they laughing at me?
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The Three Of Me
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| Alan Parsons Project |
