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speak
And never share what's in my heart

Life is a five strings guitar
Way out of tune still alright
So good to play when you're alone
It's always

any kind of scene in, uh, London. I used to go out and play my guitar
in the streets and sing things with um, passin' the hat 'round. I remember one

Hey, it's late and I should be tired
But no, instead I am wired
The muse of a song has
Come to my door and she's asked me if I'd like to play

Sad,

Rainfall is filling my shoes
As my six strings fall out of tune
Invisible scars of diffidence in my guitar
I should have studied bassoon…

I mastered

understand, no
It just feels like I’m at play
My life rocks like a band goes
Light melodies heavy base 

Feel my spirit is lifted
My muse, that bitch is gifted

Classical Teacher

Tenacious D

Rize of the Fenix

2012

about my accent.
[K:] I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
[F:] Now listen to me. I want you to play, like it is a woman. You go and play the guitar now. Play

I wanna be there for you, baby girl you know I fit to kill man for you
I play the guitar and I sing songs for you, yeah I sing songs for you
Putting

I'm counting my ends
I might need a guitar when I rock out
It's that nigga they ain't wanna talk 'bout
It's that shit that might shut your whole block

touch and your love is everlasting yeah (Uh)
I promise you my muse
And I know you ain't confused
'Cause, Babygirl I'm yours for real
Let's take a ride,

it
Freak lil bitch we gon fuck to my tunes
She yelling my name I call her my muse
The way that she ride it she showing me moves
This hoe got the fatty

You make me so happy, make me want to play my guitar
You make me so happy, just by being who you are
You make me so happy, you give me a joyful song

Don't ever play that song again
I swear to god it's true
I'll go all blank, I'm seeing red
	
Counting the idle times
From a hard-headed babylon

crazy
I dey fear you ojuju
You know I'm craving you
You sweet like gin and juice
I'll be your rhythm you'll be my blues
I'll write you'll be my muse
You

Johnny B. Goode

Grateful Dead

Fillmore: The Last Days

1972

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell

Go go, go Johnny go, go; go

left by the one above
Hey, I know who can help, it's been here with us

Well, what do you say
Hey, guitar, my friend, sing us a song, while our broken

the pain
But i'd rather Play guitar
I've been stringed up by the lies
Catch tune with you tonight
100 on the dash!
Encounter friendly skies all night
All

of earth and wood, 
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... 
He never ever learned to read or write so well, 
But he could play the guitar like

One Song at a Time

Jamie Grace

One Song at a Time

2011

guitar and I'll play you a tune
Me and all my friends
We could sing and dance the whole night through
Over and over again
Just give me six strings

the strings on fire
I play my guitar when I want
The ground is shaking
And the world is torn apart
Well it’s gotta be loud
And I play my guitar when I want

Cool guitar girl, playing sad jazz in your room
Playing perfectly by ear - you've been crying out of tune
You've got Chet Baker's ice cold looks

true

You know My only request tonight,
Yea buddy if you don't mind

Don't play any love songs.

V2
He told the guitar man it's too lonely at home
She

Don't you play me on hard mode
It isn't fair
I went searching for text messages
When I open my phone they isn't there
Intuition told me not to tell you

I don't remember the day or the precise moment
But when I finished high school and
I was still stretching my fingers as far as they could go
To play

Suppose to play yo part, not play me
Should've played guitar the way you pulled my strings
Show yo ass the world but you still ain't see
I got to put me