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C G
Here I am, where I've been
Am F
I've walked a hundered miles in tobacco skin
F G Am
And my clothes are worn and gritty
F G Am
And I know ugliness
C G Am
Now show me something pretty
C G
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
Am F
And too much weight for walking shoes
F G Am
I could have died from being boring
F G Am
As for loneliness
C G Am
She greets me every morning
CHORUS(x2)
C G
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
C G
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted
C G
Here I am, where I've been
Am F
I've walked a hundered miles in tobacco skin
F G Am
And my clothes are worn and gritty
F G Am
And I know ugliness
C G Am
Now show me something pretty
CHORUS (x2)
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