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thank you, courtesy clerk, for looking me into my eyes
thank you, store manager, for calling me on all my lies
thank you, tech assist, for listening while i confessed
thank you, white janitor, for not backing down while you were pressed
thank you, angry house wife, for promising not to indict
thank you, steven harvey show, for helping me through those
cold, cold, nights
i was wrong and i know that the mall made me what i am
i was sad and i know that the mall made me what i am
what i am
thank you, abandoned store, for hosting the local bridge club
thank you, dollar theatre, for not looking closely at my stub
thank you, directory girl, for letting me sleep on your floor
thank you, parole officer, for not looking through my sock drawer
thank you, velvet painter, for that beautifully rendered still life
thank you, security guard, for dealing with me and my wife
i was wrong and i know that the mall made me what i am
i was sad and i know that the mall made me what i am
in tossed penny well i was baptized
in brookstone, reborn and there i was synthesized
in panda express they negated me
in orange kiosk words they created me
they made me what i am
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