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I'm a breather mail receiver
And I don't know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand
And it's not the earth beneath me
It's just the concept of the land
And I'm standing on the corner
When the buildings they all fell
If you blink once you're a goner
Everything just goes pell-mell
It's a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell
I'm a breather mail receiver
Bottom feader just getting by
And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
In a cartoon desert landscape
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Focused on my destination
I seem to have forgot my station
Now it's time to face the nation
And I'm riding to meet you
On a brown gray speckled mare
But there's something that unnerves me
Like I'm riding on thin air
These few doubts disserve me
Thinking no one really cares
And I'm jumping over fences
On this obstacle course
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
On the concept of the horse
It's a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell
I'm a breather
Bottom feader
How many liters
Must I imbibe
And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
I'm a breather mail receiver__And I don't know where I stand__Not since someone informed me__That my house was built on sand__And it's not the earth beneath me__It's just the concept of the land____And I'm standing on the corner__When the buildings they all fell__If you blink once you're a goner__Everything just goes pell-mell____It's a real hard sell__My conceptual hell__Not even good for kindling__When the buildings they all fell____I'm a breather mail receiver__Bottom feader just getting by__And you know it's all just par for the course__But you blame it on some non-existent force__Oh yeah, of course__You know you can't ride the concept of the horse__But still I try____In a cartoon desert landscape__With a pair of ACME jetskates__Focused on my destination__I seem to have forgot my station__Now it's time to face the nation____And I'm riding to meet you__On a brown gray speckled mare__But there's something that unnerves me__Like I'm riding on thin air__These few doubts disserve me__Thinking no one really cares__And I'm jumping over fences__On this obstacle course__But it seems I'm getting nowhere__On the concept of the horse____It's a real hard sell__My conceptual hell__Not even good for kindling__When the buildings they all fell____I'm a breather__Bottom feader__How many liters__Must I imbibe__And you know it's all just par for the course__But you blame it on some non-existent force__Oh yeah, of course__You know you can't ride the concept of the horse__But still I try__
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