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Текст (слова) песни: The Alan Parson Project - The Three Of Me
[Pack/Powell]
There`s a voice on the phone
Who just called in to say
"Mr. Jones isn`t home
He`ll be gone for the day"
So he pulls down the blind
To adjust his disguise
But it`s all in his mind
Which he proudly denies
I turn the boat back from the weir
Where to go from here
I can`t hide from each face I see
Looking out from behind them is me
I`m attempting to guess
What they meant when they said
"Mr. Jones and his guest
Won`t 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
Someone`s asking of me
Is the real Mister Jones
Mister One, Two or Three?
So I say that they`re not
But it`s not as I say
`Cos they`re all that I`ve got
And I can`t get away
As Alice waves us through the glass
Are we home at last
For tomorrow they`ll be here you see
Locked away safe inside there with me
`Cos tomorrow they`ll be here you`ll see
Locked away safe inside they`re 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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