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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. |
