Picture House Me Myself And You текст песни, слова песни Me Myself And You Picture House
Picture House - Me Myself And You
Sometimes
When I finally reach the end of the day
Where I've been I couldn't say
Meantime
I repeat myself in this familiar scene
Like a xerox machine spins around
They built it in
Some days things can be perfectly clear
And the next day hopelessly blurred
In the rear view mirror reflects
All those things I left behind
I'm a butcher I'm a baker
I'm a midnight undertaker
But there's nothing else on earth
I'd rather do
Me myself and you
Monday
Turns to friday in the spin of a wheel
And the price of my next meal
Meantime
When the only one who's making any sense
Is the drunkard on the fence
Between me and what's real
Chorus)
Someday soon we will all meet again
It's impossible to think that we have somehow reached the end
So here's to all our imaginary friends
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