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If A Death of a Salesman Could Only Be as Theatrical as Broadway
[start=on spot]Hand in your newborn
its head shall be the ashtray of my fate
Spoke through words that will describe
Shaking heads with my sound's technique
In hopes it makes return to this state
Possible
And though that Georgia song should call my eyes and ears
Taken lightly though well known
Forever after though the winds may blow my way
shocking softly those i know

Her tongue's tied on this one

All the thought
put into these words that now im writing... (writing)
All my dreams
hopped into these pictures that im drawing... (drawing)
All the words
drenched in all the tears that they're now showing... (showing)
All my thoughts
jumbled at the sight of her not flinching
when i said i love you

"throw in the towel"
they say and "Mac you're not the one to win this day"
Keyboarded into my self esteem
Although words are played out poems on their way
bashed against my regret's eyes
Feel my heart
And know that there has come a time to let this go
but i don't want to leave alone
Fall the angels to their spot near where i sleep
to change these circumstances nigh

is there really hope for home

All the thought
put into these words that now im writing... (writing)
All my dreams
hopped into these pictures that im drawing... (drawing)
All the words
drenched in all the tears that they're now showing... (showing)
All my thoughts
jumbled at the sight of her not flinching
when i said im leaving

I want to keep where i am at
(I want to keep where i am at)
I want to keep where i am at
(I want to keep where i am at)
I want to keep where i am at
(I want to keep where i am at)

[solo][/solo]

All the thought
put into these words that now im writing... (writing)
All my dreams
hopped into these pictures that im drawing... (drawing)
All the words
drenched in all the tears that they're now showing... (showing)
All my thoughts
jumbled at the sight of her face smiling
when i said i will come back.
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