Sting - Epilouge - Sözleri

Lay my head on the surgeon's table

Take me fingerprints if you are able

Pick my brains, pick my pockets

Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets

Run every kind of test from a to z

And you'll still know nothing 'bout me



Run my name through your computer

Mention me in passing to your college tutor

Check my records, check my facts

Check if I paid my income tax

Pore over everything in my c.v.

But you'll still know nothing 'bout me

You'll still know nothing 'bout me



You don't need to read no books on my history

I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery

In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove

At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love



Search my house with a fine tooth comb

Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home

Set up your microscope and tell me what you see

You'll still know nothing 'bout me










		
			



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