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I was waiting for the light to change in the University District in Seattle, when this guy tugged on my sleeve. His face was bandaged up like a mummy, and he was wearing sun glasses. "I'll sell you a song I wrote for spare change," he mumbled through broken teeth. "Oh, all right, ya bum," I said, and gave him the contents of my pockets - 73 cents, a pack of doublemint gum, a couple of paper clips, a piece of string and 3 rubber bands. He handed me a dirty piece of paper with some words and chord changes written on it. Later, I tried playing it, filling in the missing melody the way I thought it should sound. It pretty much sucks, but I paid for it, it's mine, and that's how it is.

I believe

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They say that I was cute before
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I drove that steering wheel through my face
If ugly was money I swear to God,
I'd own the whole damn human race

Now I spend my days in my upstairs room
And watch the world go by
I watch the seasons as they change
Watch TV, and get high

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I believe
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I believe
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I believe
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In the transmigration of the soul

And when night falls I get my coat
And I stuff my wallet full of bills
Going downtown to see my girl
Who says you can't buy a thrill

Soon Mary is kissing my broken mouth
As she gently strokes my scars
Don't worry, she whispers, you will be restored
To your place among the stars

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And when our time is over
I push my walker back up the hill
Shed my clothes in the darkness of my room
A shot of whisky chases sleeping pills

And sleep comes to me like a lover
Like Mary when she lies down with me
My hands stroke the knap of the cover
Soon I float above the pain and I'm free

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