They kicked me out
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They kicked me out
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They kicked me out
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They kicked me out
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You must've heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
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Split personality
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Two sides to fight and argue all night
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over coffee or tea
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Well, that's okay, I wouldn't mind, two say
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or even three, and that's no joke
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But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
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And all of me is broke
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I got four heads inside my mind
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Four rooms I'd like to lie in
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Four selves I want to find
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And I don't know which one is me
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I get four papers in the box each day
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Four girls ringing that I'm trying to date
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I look in the mirror and see my face
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But I don't know which one is me (I don't know which one is me)
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He kicked me out, He kicked me out
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He kicked me out, He kicked me out
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I wake up over here and then I'm over here
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I'm trying to brush my teeth
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It's little things that are hard
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Like starting up the car when I'm still underneath
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I get along alright, in fact it's fun at night
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I get four-dimensional dreams
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But I have to think before I take a drink
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I get hungover times sixteen
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There are four records I want to buy
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Four highs I'd like to try
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Every letter I get I send four replies
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And they don't know which one's from me
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I've got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat
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Four directions and just two feet
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I've got a very very secret identity
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And I don't know which one is me
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You think it's funny, I can tell
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Well, you don't understand too well
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I get so lonely and turned around
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But I can't let it bring me down
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I got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat
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Four directions and just two feet
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Got a very very secret identity
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And I don't know which one is me
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Four Faces
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| The Who |
