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Текст (слова) песни: Alan Parsons Project - The Three of Me
[pack/powell]
Theres a voice on the phone
Who just called in to say
"mr. jones isnt home
Hell be gone for the day"
So he pulls down the blind
To adjust his disguise
But its all in his mind
Which he proudly denies
I turn the boat back from the weir
Where to go from here
I cant hide from each face I see
Looking out from behind them is me
Im attempting to guess
What they meant when they said
"mr. jones and his guest
Wont be using the bed"
So if I take the rap
While they stay out of sight
I can spring from the trap
When the timing is right
One minute I think I know what I mean
The next I hear voices inside disagree
Why are they laughing at me?
So I pick up the phone
Someones asking of me
Is the real mister jones
Mister one, two or three?
So I say that theyre not
But its not as I say
cos theyre all that Ive got
And I cant get away
As alice waves us through the glass
Are we home at last
For tomorrow theyll be here you see
Locked away safe inside there with me
cos tomorrow theyll be here youll see
Locked away safe inside theyre with me
One minute I think I know what I mean
The next I hear voices inside disagree
Why are they laughing at me?
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