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Verse 
D                                C   Em 
You won't believe what I coulda told ya 
     D                                         C    Em 
But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know 
      D                          C Em 
I can say that 'cause I'm a man 
       C   Em            D         C D 
But I feel like a little boy... today 

  D                       C    Em 
I cherish my intercontinental friendships 
     D                        C       Em 
We talk it over continental breakfast 
      D                      C      Em 
In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever 
C         Em       D              C   D 
Somewhere on the sphere, around here 

C D C 


[Refrão]

   D                             C         Em 
I cherish my intercontinental friendships 
D                       C     Em 
Not much very big on enemies 
     D                           C        Em 
So I kick a can way up into the sun, man 
       C                  D 
But it falls down into a ravine 
                       C                            D 
I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do 

                 C       Em      D 
Watchin' the waves come in at night 
          C                              G      C     Em 
From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own 
            C     Em        D               C  D 
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost 

Instrumental 
C G A 
G A x3 
G G D 

Verse 
   D                                 C       Em                 D 
I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me 
                         C       Em                 D 
But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see 
               C                   Em                 D 
Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental) 
                                  C      Em      D 
(Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess) 
                                          C  Em 
You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya 
       D                               C           Em 
But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it 
D                C    Em 
OK, more-so me, but... 
         D 
(or just me) 
C Em 
D             C          Em     D 
Watchin' the waves come in at night 
           C               Em    C     G       C      Em 
From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own 
           D       Em       D              C   D C D 
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost 

Instrumental 
C G D 
G D 


[Refrão]
 
D                              C         Em 
I cherish my intercontinental friendships 
    D                         C     Em 
We talk it over continental breakfast 
      D                      C      Em 
In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever 
C         Em      D              C    D 
Somewhere on the sphere, around here