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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

[Chorus]
   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         Em         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                Em     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
           C       Em       D              C   D C D
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

[Instrumental]
C G D
G D

[Chorus]
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