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Standard (EADGBE)
The drone in my ear tells the time
And the hole in my hand
is a cave
for the burned and hostile blind bird.
The money is draped from the frames
And the lantern on fire
fills the room
with the stench of a city subway car.
Someone stole my favourite bone
I was walking alone, now it's gone
Who ever would've known
Who ever would've known.