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In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motelIn the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelfIs a small reminder of a simpler timeWhen a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dimeWell you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to youWhen I'm on the ground I roll through townI'm a president you don't remember getting kicked aroundI'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shine I'm freshly mintedI am determined not to be dentedBy a car or by a plane or anything not yet inventedI'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shineIn the hiss and rumble of the freeway soundsAs the afternoon commuters drive their cars aroundThere's a ringle jingle near the underpassThere's a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trashI'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shine I'm freshly mintedI'm silver-plated I'm underratedYou won't even pick me up because I'm not enough for a local phone callI'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shine I'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shineI'm a dimeI'm fineAnd I shine