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Pink Floyd - Nobody Home
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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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