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[ti:Death Of A Salesman] |
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[ar:Low] |
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[al:The Great Destroyer] |
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So I took my guitar |
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And I threw down some chords |
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And some words I could sing |
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Without shame |
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And I soon had a song |
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I played it around |
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For some friends |
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But they all said the same |
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They said "Music's for fools |
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You should go back to school |
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The future is prism and math." |
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So I did what they said |
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Now my children are fed |
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Cause they pay me to do what I'm asked |
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I forgot all my songs |
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The words now are wrong |
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And I burned my guitar in a rage |
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But the fire came to rest |
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In your white velvet breast |
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So somehow I just know that it's safe |
