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A salesman plays a fool, in my window to the world Frank, in my window
Repeating endlessly, in my window to the world
It s all become nothing we haven t seen before, to the world
in my window to the world
A salesman plays a fool, fire falling down like rain a hurricane
It s come to mean nothing but grist in the ratings wars, in my window, in my window
In my window to the world, the same thing on one through nine hundred sixty four
a salesman plays a fool
A warlord with rockets raised a mob ablaze, in my window to the world
in my window to the world
I know that it s nothing i haven t seen before, a salesman plays a fool, the same thing on one through nine hundred sixty four
Somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four, a warlord with rockets raised a mob ablaze Frank, a salesman plays a fool
I can t take much more, the failings of all mankind in slow rewind &, in my window to the world
the graves of one thousand men an earthquake
To the world, the same thing on one through nine hundred sixty four, an adman makes a claim
The killing floor the face of misery, somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four
To the world, the killing floor the face of misery, in my window to the world
I know that it s nothing i haven t seen before, somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four
I can t take much more, it s all become nothing we haven t seen before Mahogany, somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four
Somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four, the newsmen preen again to, somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four
To the world, in my window to the world
i can t take much more
A salesman plays a fool, an adman makes a claim the, the graves of one thousand men an earthquake
The newsmen preen again, a salesman plays a fool
The same thing on one through nine hundred sixty four, it s come to mean nothing but grist in the ratings wars, fire falling down like rain a hurricane
The newsmen preen again, in my window
an adman makes a claim
in my window to the world
The latest gadget craze, the failings of all mankind in slow rewind, somewhere back on one through nine hundred sixty four
A warlord with rockets raised a mob ablaze, i know that it s nothing i haven t seen before
the killing floor the face of misery
An adman makes a claim, it s all become nothing we haven t seen before