Past of a Salesman

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In my crazy confused head

I stop and think of the good.

In my crazy confused heart

I stop and tink of the good.

Oh dear Linda when did I go wrong.

I love you when I'm in a good mood.

 

Our loving smart boys 

can never do any wrong.

Your loving smart boys

can never do any wrong.

These boys have no ambition

no love, no dreams, no money for long.

 

Here I am laying alone in bed

Oh how did I get this bad?

Here I am laying alone in bed

Oh why did I get this bad?

I no longer wish to go on, 

all this disappointment made me dead. 

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