| Guys with guitars
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| At open mic bars
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| Are so much better than guys with skateboards
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| So much better than guys with books
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| Guys with guitars sing over and over
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| The same things that keep me awake at night
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| Guys with guitars
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| They listen to my songs
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| Sing a song for me, don’t be horrible
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| I’ll sing a song for you if you don’t think it’s terrible
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| Let’s go home, we don’t understand
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| What tomorrow’s about anyway
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| Write me a song
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| And I’ll sing along
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| You won’t marry me, I won’t marry you
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| But at least, tonight, we can pretend we’ll do
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| And then we will write a song
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| People will sing along
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| How he wouldn’t marry her, she wouldn’t marry him
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| And the next day she’ll fall in love with another
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| Guy with a guitar
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| At an open mic bar
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| With a bursting heart just like her
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| And a hungry soul always searching for more
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| Guys with guitars
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| Sing over and over
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| The same line that I don’t understand
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| And together we don’t understand it
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| Together we don’t understand it better
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| Sing a song for me, don’t be horrible
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| I’ll sing a song for you if you won’t think it’s terrible
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| Let’s go home, we don’t understand
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| What tomorrow’s about anyway
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| Write me a song
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| And I’ll sing along
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| You won’t marry me, I won’t marry you
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| But at least, tonight, we can pretend we’ll do
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| And then we will write a song
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| People will sing along
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| How he wouldn’t marry her, she wouldn’t marry him
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| And the next day she’ll fall in love with another guy…
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| 'Cause she’s in love with life
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| And another guy…
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| 'Cause she’s in love with life
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| And another
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| Guy with a guitar
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| At an open mic bar
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| With a bursting heart, just like her
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| And a hungry soul always searching for more |