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your hands are strangers to me. without the breathing crystal scent of the river on your calloused finger tips, you're playing the same chords but I can't recognize the song.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
guitar picks
your hands are strangers to me. without the breathing crystal scent of the river on your calloused finger tips, you're playing the same chords but I can't recognize the song.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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