I've got a silver spoon on a chain. I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong urge to fly. But I've got nowhere to fly to. Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone. There's still nobody home. I've got a pair of Gohills boots. And I've got fading roots. KYE0N.

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