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Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty. I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes. I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness, She greets me every morning.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.
Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted..