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