The Real Me
I went back to the doctor, to get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never betrays what he thinks, hoo!
Can you see the real me, doctor? Doctor!
Can you see the real me, doctor? Oh, doctor!
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Can you see the real me, mama? Mama!
Can you see the real me, mama? Oh, mama!
Can you see, can you see the real me?
Can you see, can you see the real me?
The real me, the real me
The cracks between the paving stones, like rivers of flowing veins
Strange people who know me, peeping from behind every window pane
The girl I used to love, lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by, she doesn't wanna know me now
Can you see the real me?
Can ya?
Can ya?
Can you see the real me?
Can ya? Oh, yeah!
I ended up with a preacher, full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate
Can you see the real me, preacher? Preacher!
Can you see the real me, preacher?
Can you see?
Can you see?
Can you see? Oh!
Can you see the real me, doctor?
Can you see the real me, mother?
Can you see the real me, me, me, me...?
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never betrays what he thinks, hoo!
Can you see the real me, doctor? Doctor!
Can you see the real me, doctor? Oh, doctor!
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me"
She said, "I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family"
Can you see the real me, mama? Mama!
Can you see the real me, mama? Oh, mama!
Can you see, can you see the real me?
Can you see, can you see the real me?
The real me, the real me
The cracks between the paving stones, like rivers of flowing veins
Strange people who know me, peeping from behind every window pane
The girl I used to love, lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by, she doesn't wanna know me now
Can you see the real me?
Can ya?
Can ya?
Can you see the real me?
Can ya? Oh, yeah!
I ended up with a preacher, full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate
Can you see the real me, preacher? Preacher!
Can you see the real me, preacher?
Can you see?
Can you see?
Can you see? Oh!
Can you see the real me, doctor?
Can you see the real me, mother?
Can you see the real me, me, me, me...?
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Dennis Blandfor Townshend
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