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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 fluorescent 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 powder 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 powder burns Don't want to keep what I can't have more of Don't want to wait and miss my turn