Continental Breakfast

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
 I can say that 'cause I'm a man
 But I feel like a little boy... today
 I cherish my intercontinental friendships
 We talk it over continental breakfast
 In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever
 Somewhere on the sphere, around here
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 I cherish my intercontinental friendships
 Not much very big on enemies
 So I kick a can way up into the sun, man
 But it falls down into a ravine
 I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do
 Watchin' the waves come in at night
 From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own
 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
 But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see
 Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)
 (Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)
 You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya
 But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it
 OK, more-so me, but...
 (or just me)
 Watchin' the waves come in at night
 From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own
 See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost
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 I cherish my intercontinental friendships
 We talk it over continental breakfast
 In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever
 Somewhere on the sphere, around here