Four Faces by Who
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
You must've heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
Split personality
Two sides to fight and argue all night
Over coffee or tea
Well that's okay, I wouldn't mind, touch�
Or even three, and that's no joke
But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
And all of me is broke
I got four heads inside my mind
Four rooms I'd like to lie in
Four selves I want to find
And I don't know which one is me
I get four papers in the box each day
Four girls ringing that I want to date
I look in the mirror and see my face
But I don't know which one is me (Don't know which one is me)
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
I wake up over here and then I'm over here
I'm trying to brush my teeth
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