Lyrics of Death of a salesman

Low

pochette album Death of a salesman
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Release date : 25/01/2005

Duration : 0:02:28

Style : Alternative



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So i took my guitar
And i threw down some chords
And some words i could sing without shame

And i soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the same

They said music's for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisms and math

So i did what they said
Now my children are fed
'cause they pay me to do what i'm asked

I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And i burned my guitar in a rage

But the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow i just know that it's safe

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