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Lyrics for 'Nobody Home' by 'Pink Floyd'
I Got A Little Black Book With My Poems In.
Got A Bag, Got A Toothbrush And A Comb.
When I'm 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,
There'll 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.
I've 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,
There's Still Nobody Home.
I Got A Pair Of Gohill Boots,
And I Got Fading Roots.
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