| He kicked me out
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| He kicked me out
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| He kicked me out
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| He 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, touche
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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 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 want 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 and 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 I 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 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 |