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Here i am, where ive been
ive 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 im a glare,
im the hopeless son whos hardly there.
im the open sign thats always busted.
im the friend you need, but cant be trusted.
At the most im a glare,
im the hopeless son whos hardly there.
im the open sign thats always busted.
im the friend you need, but cant be trusted.
Here i am, where ive been
ive 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 im a glare,
im the hopeless son whos hardly there.
im the open sign thats always busted.
im the friend you need, but cant be trusted.
At the most im a glare,
im the hopeless son whos hardly there.
im the open sign thats always busted.
im the friend you need, but cant be trusted.