Lay my head on the surgeon's table
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Take my fingerprints if you are able
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Pick my brains, pick my pockets
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Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
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Run every kind of test from A to Z
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And you'll still know nothing 'bout me
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Run my name though your computer
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Mention me in passing to your college tutor
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Check my records, check my facts
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Check if I paid my income tax
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Pore over everything in my C.V.
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But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
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You'll still know nothing 'bout me
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You don't need to read no books on my history
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I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
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In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
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At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love
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Search my house with a fine tooth comb
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Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
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Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
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You'll still know nothing 'bout me
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Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)
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| Sting |
