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Peter, drives his truck everyday, he delivers packages then rides away
Edward, presses down in dismay, numbers that will add up to the price you pay
And I chose to sing songs, write in prose about my wrongs
Life broke my heart a bunch of times
And I lose all my means; Iâm a toy figurine
When you call out my name
Like the first time you came to the show
Frank, has a pretty good life, He is sharpening knives in a shop at home
Leila, found a hair in her soup, sheâs efficient as a teller, you should tell her
I choose melodies that haunt my head
I must exorcise their inflexions
As a true artist would I try to make them good
But I am not a great musician
My level of education, is quite low
But I wonât let you down
I would never hold my tongue, no
I wonât let you down
Beth is a school nurse she saves kids, from the curse of the unannounced quiz
Heather, is a lawyer, Benâs a waiter, Philâs a serious serial killer
I need the music, I get physically sick
If I donât have my daily dose
If I become successful, and you choose to choose me
I wonât let you down
Iâll always try to deliver, Hey Peter
I wonât let you down
Iâll keep it real and stay sincere, So
I wonât let you down
Iâll always be as I appear