| 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 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 Can you see the real me Can you see the real me, can ya Can you see the real me 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 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 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 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 Can’t you see the real me 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 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 Can’t you see the real me Can’t you see the real me 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 |