Death of a Salesman

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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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Duration
02:28
Key
2
Tempo
82 BPM

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