The 'Fetch' from Dora Maar by Dora Maar

I guess the trigger was
The woman at the desk
“We’ve had you here before?”
“Well, no” I must confess
From that moment I could no longer
Ignore the evidence

Well you will get your punishment
And I will get my punishment
But you will get your punishment
- It is you.

You know it’s trouble when your own mother
Says she saw you somewhere you were not
Otherwise occupied in a position and a place
You could not have so soon forgot
I think it’s time that this impostor,
This duplicate, was caught

(Chorus)

In vain, I traverse the layers
Upon layers of this town
Kicking mocking glimpses
In every puddle on the ground
And all the windowpanes
Are laughing while I hound

(Chorus)

I know it’s not possible
That it’s done deliberately
I mean, what lunatic
Could ever want to look like me?
But if I find you
Be afraid of what I’ll do
If I know myself at all
I hate
You through
And through

What could I say, if I ever
Got my hands on you?
I’m sure you’d claim that this
Antipathy was quite undue
But there’s only one of me
And there was never really two

(Chorus)

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