With the same black frames, like he bought.
In between them, on the wall is something my girlfriend calls trashy...
Brownie and the Boo-man got that for me.
On the wall facing us is a balck-and-white of all of us back in Brighton,
I remember it like today, but the sun has made it fade...
Still, I know you know where England is.
And I know this ain't home,
But it sure feels like home.
I know this somewhere is really nowhere.
I've got a black-and-white t.v., but I don't really see
The need to burden it with cable.
0 I got a sofa from the folks, the table I just stole...
With a neon mickey's sign for no reason.
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