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Pink Floyd - Nobody Home Lyrics

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  • I got a little black book with my poems in.
  • Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
  • When Im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
  • I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
  • Got those swollen hands blues.
  • Got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from.
  • I got electric light,
  • And I got second sight.
  • Got amazing powers of observation.
  • And that is how I know,
  • When I try to get through,
  • On the telephone to you,
  • Therell be nobody home.
  • I got the obligatory hendrix perm,
  • And the inevitable pinhole burns,
  • All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
  • I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
  • I got a silver spoon on a chain.
  • Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
  • Ive got wild, staring eyes.
  • And I got a strong urge to fly,
  • But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).
  • Ooooo babe,
  • When I pick up the phone,
  • Theres still nobody home.
  • I got a pair of gohill boots,
  • And I got fading roots.

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