Courtney Barnett – Continental Breakfast (Guitar)

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You won't believe what I coulda told ya

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But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know

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I can say that 'cause I'm a man

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But I feel like a little boy... today

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I cherish my intercontinental friendships

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We talk it over continental breakfast

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In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever

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Somewhere on the sphere, around here

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I cherish my intercontinental friendships

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Not much very big on enemies

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So I kick a can way up into the sun, man

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But it falls down into a ravine

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I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do

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Watchin' the waves come in at night

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From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own

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See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

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I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me

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But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see

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Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)

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(Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)

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You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya

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But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it

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OK, more-so me, but...

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(or just me)

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Watchin' the waves come in at night

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From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own

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See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

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I cherish my intercontinental friendships

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We talk it over continental breakfast

      D                      C      Em
In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever

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Somewhere on the sphere, around here