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G

                         G
I started working at the second hand,
                                C
I thought it would make me more colorful.
                     D
I saw the world as a stitch and patch.
                 G
I saw the sky as torn grey wool.
                       G
I started working as a dime store clerk,
                               C
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first.
                       D
My only dreams were in fluorescent light,
                    G
My only goal was to forget what I was worth.

                     G
I want to see how it takes me.
                      C
I want to see how the powder burns.
                          D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
                               G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.

G C D G

                       G
I started working as a tour guide,
                           C
I thought it would make me believe my own words.
                           D
Every patient thought just passed me by,
                           G
Every truth I said sounded just absurd.
                       G
I started working at a small town church,
                             C
I thought it would make me a better man.
                               D
They said the sins I had would fly away,
                            G
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands.

                     G
I want to see how it takes me.
                      C
I want to see how the powder burns.
                          D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
                               G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.

G C D G
G C D G

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