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            I'm really tired.

            I'm really wired.

            If this trip doesnt go well,

            I'll be fired.

            At another place, I will need to get hired.

            I am climbing a really high hill.

            I am stuck with the bill.

            This is not a thrill.



            I am a salesman.



            Night, I look down at the city lights.

            This is not right.

            I am squeezed tight.

            All the other salesman,

            I think I am in a fight.

            They are big; and give me a fright.



           I am a salesman.  



            My hotel room as high as the sky.

            Planes go by.

            I can hear the boom.

            I am going insame.

           There is going to be nothing left of my brain.

          On me, this job is a drain.



              I am a salesman.



         I called for room service on the phone, I felt alone.

           Nobody there.  They did not seem to care.

             I do not feel well.

           This hotel is ringing my bell.

          Slowly, the days go by.  

           I am going to cry.

           I wish you see, that you were here with me.



             I am a salesman.            



           This product, I really need to sell.

           This game is not going well.

           This game is making me insane.

           I feel a heavy room.  It is a pain.

           My head, there is a bell.

         Things are not swell.

              

           I am a salesman.



           Nobody has a room.  

         My head, I can hear the boom.

         There are no trains.  I can feel the pain.

       There are no planes.  I am really going insane.

      There are no cars.  I am not getting far.



          I am a salesman.        



          I missed my flight.  

          I need a bite of food.  

          I wear the wrong team's shirt.

          I was booed.  

          It hurt.

          They told me to go home.  

         I should have known.

        

          I am a salesman.



         In terms of miles,

         I am a thousand times two away from my honey.

         It is no longer funny.

         All my friends do.  They laugh no end.

         Yes, it is true.

         A salesman out of smiles.

        

         I am a salesman.



         I wish I was home.

         I feel so alone.

         I am worked to the bone.

         A subject of the divine king upon his throne am I.

         I cry.

         Why oh why.



          Oh, I am a salesman.

          Yes, I am a salesman.