[intro] A [verse] A I started working at the second hand, D I thought it would make me more colorful. E I saw the world as a stitch and patch. A I saw the sky as torn grey wool. A I started working as a dime store clerk, I thought it would make me D the kind to put you first. E My only dreams were in fluorescent light, A My only goal was to forget what I was worth. [chorus] A I want to see how it takes me. D I want to see how the powder burns. E Don't want to keep what I can't have more of. A Don't want to wait and miss my turn. [interlude] A D E A [verse] A I started working as a tour guide, D I thought it would make me believe my own words. E Every patient thought just passed me by, A Every truth I said sounded just absurd. A I started working at a small town church, D I thought it would make me a better man. E They said the sins I had would fly away, As if the birds were in A the palms of my own hands. [chorus] A I want to see how it takes me. D I want to see how the powder burns. E Don't want to keep what I can't have more of. A Don't want to wait and miss my turn. [outro] A D E A A D E A
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