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