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Ukulele.

There's one rotten string on my Ukulele

That holds me back from playing

Behind it, an inexplicable frustration

But the explanation goes without saying.

 

Strum, Strum, Buzz, Strum

Why can't I just play the chord

Is something wrong with the instrument?

Beyond repair I can afford?

 

Maybe it's me, that's playing wrong

Why can't I strum that string?

I can't play my freaking melody,

So I guess I'll just try to sing.

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Written by
cameron-godfrey
American
Published
Jan 2, 2013
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There's probably a metaphor here but something is seriously wrong with my ukulele.

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