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Lyrics for A Self Called Nowhere by They Might Be Giants:
| | | Artist: | They Might Be Giants |
| | Album: | John Henry | | Track: | A Self Called Nowhere | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 105 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 the
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've sold my car
When I needed
to buy an electric organ
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