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I hear you fiddling about and it's like listening to thoughts. Not sure if they're yours or no ones. Fingers travel awhile on one piece and then just as quick they're searching for something; like the path isn't clear, or not there at all. And you'll mess up or miss something and laugh and it fits right in.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
A few strummed strings
I hear you fiddling about and it's like listening to thoughts. Not sure if they're yours or no ones. Fingers travel awhile on one piece and then just as quick they're searching for something; like the path isn't clear, or not there at all. And you'll mess up or miss something and laugh and it fits right in.
Arataikii
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
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