[ Предположительная тональность: Em ] Am I'm a breather, mail receiver Em And I don't know where I stand Dm Not since someone informed me Em That my house was built on sand Em And it's not the earth beneath me D Em It's just the concept of the land Am And I'm standing on the corner Em When the buildings they all fell Dm If you blink once you're a goner Em Everything just goes pell-mell D It's a real hard sell Em My conceptual hell Bm Not even good for kindling, no Em When the buildings they all fell D G D G I'm a breather, mail receiver Em C Em Bottom feeder just getting by C G And you know it's all just par for the course C G But you blame it on some non-existent force Em C Oh yeah, of course G C You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try Am In a cartoon desert landscape Em With a pair of ACME jetskates Am Focused on my destination Em I seem to have forgot my station Am Now it's time to face the nation C G D Em Am And I'm riding to meet you Em On a brown gray speckled mare D But there's something that unnerves me Em Like I'm riding on thin air D These futile doubts desert me Em Thinking no one really cares Am And I'm jumping over fences Em On this obstacle course D But it seems I'm getting nowhere Em On the concept of the horse D It's a real hard sell Em My conceptual hell Bm Not even good for kindling Em When the buildings they all fell D G D G I'm a breather, bottom feeder Em C Em How many liters must I imbibe C G And you know it's all just par for the course C G But you blame it on some non-existent force Em C Oh yeah, of course G C You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try
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