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Letras de Canciones / T / They Might Be Giants / John Henry / |
| They Might Be Giants - A Self Called Nowhere |
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I’m sitting on the curb
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I’m waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
Of the store where they let me play the organ
But I’m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I’m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It’s a thing named it
In a bottomless pit
You can’t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
Where they tore down the garage
To make room for the torn down garage
I’m looking for my car
But I must have sold my car
When I needed to buy an electric organ
But I’m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I’m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It’s a thing named it
In a bottomless pit
You can’t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Nowhere
The vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It’s a thing named it
In a bottomless pit
You can’t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called |
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Webs amigas |
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