| Grief plays with the black keys of the mind
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| Accidentally even touching white
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| At Markka, I buy the world, from a record machine guitar
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| I hear the sound, I hear the sound of it its it
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| No more grief
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| A thousand gigs have already cheered up my mind
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| In the back room, I tightened my tongue
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| They are ringing more and more tensely
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| I tongue my guitar over and over again
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| I played across one, soon another
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| Still the resume I got, people just laughed at them
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| I got electricity for the electric guitar
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| Electricity only, I don't need anything else
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| I'll play the song until the end
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| I will make heaven with its stars
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| So don't cry the little girl in the bar corner brings
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| Playing the guitar will give you comfort
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| It fills the ears, Juha Torvinen plays there
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| Call by pressing parts
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| From the automatic though
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| When the guitar is playing, you can't cry
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| I got electricity for the electric guitar
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| Electricity only, I don't need anything else
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| I'll play the song until the end
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| I will make heaven with its stars |