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She'd gathered dust From the days she'd spent alone But now I feel obligated To hold her in my arms And play her again But I can't get the dust Out from under the strings
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Dust
She'd gathered dust From the days she'd spent alone But now I feel obligated To hold her in my arms And play her again But I can't get the dust Out from under the strings
i missed my guitars
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
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