(browne/maitland)
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Sometimes
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When I finally reach the end of the day
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Where I've been I couldn't say
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Meantime
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I repeat myself in this familiar scene
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Like a xerox machine spins around
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They built it in
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Some days things can be perfectly clear
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And the next day hopelessly blurred
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In the rear view mirror reflects
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All those things I left behind
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I'm a butcher I'm a baker
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I'm a midnight undertaker
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But there's nothing else on earth
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I'd rather do
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Me myself and you
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Monday
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Turns to friday in the spin of a wheel
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And the price of my next meal
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Meantime
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When the only one who's making any sense
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Is the drunkard on the fence
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Between me and what's real
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Chorus)
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Someday soon we will all meet again
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It's impossible to think that we have somehow reached the end
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So here's to all our imaginary friends
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The butchers and the bakers
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And the stirrers and the shakers
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And the hookers and the takers
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And the addicts and the achers
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And the midnight undertakers
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And the rollercoaster fakers
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Still there's nothing else on earth I'd rather do
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Me Myself and you
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Me Myself And You
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Picture House |