If you can do without clothes You can live without rings If you can live without money You can live without things If you can live with your lover When he leaves or she clings OK you've earned your wings
You can use You can be used You can lose your blues Lose your aeroplane blues Open your parachute
I've got a bird that whistles I've go a bird that sings I've got a television I've got a telephone. It rings It says I've had enough of you And all your whisperings
I've got a common code And some weird imaginings I've got a prison ribcage And some gypsy kind of things You know I've earned my wings
I can use I can be used I can lose my blues Lose my aeroplane blues Open my parachute
Give me something that belongs to you And I'll tell you your future How it will happen to you Give me a card sharp and an ingenue A brittle boy and Doc Marten shoes And I'll tell you who'll use you And who you'll use I'll give you plays on truth And half - truths
We can use We can be used We can lose our blues Lose our aeroplane blues Open our parachutes We're losing height ...
I'll do without my whistling bird My gypsy kind of things If you'll do without your whisky If you'll do without your rings We can do without our telephone Let it ring and ring and ring ...
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