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AmI'm a breather, mail receiver And I don't know where I stEmand Not since someone informDmed me That my house was built on sEmand EmAnd it's not the earth beneath me It's just the coDncept of the lanEmd
AmAnd I'm standing on the corner When the buildings they all fEmell If you blink once you're a gDmoner Everything just Emgoes pell-mell
It's a real hardD sell My conceptual heEmll Not even good for kindliBmng, no When the buildings they all fellEm
I'm a brDeather, mGail recDeiver G EmBottom feeder juCst getting by Em And you Cknow it's all just par for the cGourse But you Cblame it on some non-existent forceG EmOh yeah, of courCse You know you canG't ride the concept of the horseC But still I try
AmIn a cartoon desert landscape EmWith a pair of ACME jetskates AmFocused on my destination EmI seem to have forgot my station AmNow it's time to face the nation C G D Em
AmAnd I'm riding to meet you On a brown gray speckled maEmre But there's something that unnerDves me Like I'm riding on thin Emair These futile doubts deseDrt me Thinking no one really cEmares
AmAnd I'm jumping over fences On this obstacle coEmurse But it seems I'm getting nowhereD On the concept of the hoEmrse
It's a real hardD sell My conceptual heEmll Not even good for kindliBmng When the buildings they all fellEm
I'm a brDeatheGr, bottom fDeeder G How many liEmters Cmust I imbibe Em And you Cknow it's all just par for the courseG But you Cblame it on some non-existent forceG Oh yeah,Em of courCse You know you canG't ride the concept of the horseC But still I try