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I got a little black book with my poems in. |
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Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. |
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When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. |
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I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. |
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Got those swollen hands blus. |
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Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. |
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I got electric light, |
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And I got second sight. |
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Got amazing powers of observation. |
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And that is how I know, |
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When I try to get through, |
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On the telephone to you, |
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There'll be nobody home. |
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I got the obligatory Hendrix perm, |
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And the inevitable pinhole burns, |
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All down the front of my favorite satin shirt, |
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I got nicotine stains on my fingers. |
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I got a silver spoon on a chain. |
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Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains. |
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I've got wild, staring eyes. |
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And I got a strong urge to fly. |
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But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to. |
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Ooooo Babe, |
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When I pick up the phone, |
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There's still nobody home. |
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I got a pair of Gohill boots, |
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And I got fading roots. |
