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I started working at the second hand

i thought it would make me more colorful

i saw the world as a stitch and patch

i saw the sky as torn grey wool

i started working as a dime store clerk

i thought it would make me the kind to put you first

my only dreams were in fluorescents light

My only goal was to forget what i was worth

i want to see how it takes me

i want to see how the pouder burns

don't want to keep what i can't have more of

don't want to wait and miss my turn

i started working as a tour guide

i thought it would make me believe my own words

every patient thought just passed me by

every truth i said sounded just absurd

i started working at a small town church

i thought it would make me a better man

they said the sins i had would fly away

as if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

i want to see how it takes me

i want to see how the pouder burns

don't want to keep what i can't have more of

don't want to wait and miss my turn

i want to see how it takes me

i want to see how the pouder burns

don't want to keep what i can't have more of

don't want to wait and miss my turn