my guitar has six strings, it gets lonely when nobody sings, musical and magical, my pick makes my guitar sound so magical, and no matter were i go shes right there, when i play my guitar people always stare, we sound so good together, i hope my guitar will stay with me forever, my guitar has six strings. but it gets lonely when no one sings, my guitar is never out of tune, it doesnt matter who i play it too, wether you're happy, mad or feeling blue, just remember my guitar will help you get thru.
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My voice is tethered to me, it starts slow with a winding melody,
Rising and falling to the strum of a guitar, it opens a window to the heart of who we are.
You find the chords to paint on, I sing the notes with my crayon,
The colors of scenes painted in a story, together we discover new territory.
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