should have done it or should i not
hope seems to me like a vanishing star
nothing seems to be working out
life is lost in bitter love
betrayal is the name of la belle dame
distant land is just a hop away
when it comes in to my hands
gets out melody even out of tune
sounds like heaven, feels like god
six string wooden box called guitar
wanted life to be like my guitar
sounding right in the lowest of times
lowest note begins a new octave
getting life out of every lows
six string wooden box called guitar
makes me forget the simplest fact
iam part of this complex world
caring seems to be like life on mars
acting like a candle of hope so bright
six string wooden box called guitar
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