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This Guitar (Can’t Keep From Crying)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.11.2012

(one, two, three, four)

Found myself out on a limb
But I'm happier than I've ever been
But this guitar can't keep from crying

Learned to get up when I fall
Can even climb Rolling Stone walls
But this guitar can't keep from crying

This here guitar can feel quite sad
Can be high strung, sometimes get mad
Can't understand or deal with hate
Responds much better to love

I though by now you knew the score
But you missed the point just like before
And this guitar can't keep from crying

(This) guitar, it can't keep from crying
This guitar can't keep from crying

This here guitar can feel quite sad
Can be high strung, sometimes get mad
It can't understand or deal with hate
Responds much better to love

While you attack, create offence
I'll put it down to your ignorance
But this guitar it can't keep from crying
This guitar can't keep from crying

This guitar can't keep from crying
This guitar can't keep from crying


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