| Found myself out on a limb
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| But I’m happier than I’ve ever been
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| But this guitar can’t keep from crying
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| Learned to get up when I fall
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| Can even climb Rolling Stone walls
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| But this guitar can’t keep from crying
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| This here guitar can feel quite sad
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| Can be high strung, sometimes get mad
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| Can’t understand or deal with hate
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| Responds much better to love
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| I though by now you knew the score
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| But you missed the point just like before
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| And this guitar can’t keep from crying
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| (This) guitar, it can’t keep from crying
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| This guitar can’t keep from crying
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| This here guitar can feel quite sad
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| Can be high strung, sometimes get mad
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| It can’t understand or deal with hate
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| Responds much better to love
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| While you attack, create offence
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| I’ll put it down to your ignorance
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| But this guitar it can’t keep from crying
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| This guitar can’t keep from crying
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| This guitar can’t keep from crying
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| This guitar can’t keep from crying |