| The very day I purchased it
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| I christened my guitar
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| As my monophonic symphony
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| Six string orchestrar
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| In my room I’d practice late
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| They’d leave me alone
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| My mother said, «You're nothing yet
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| To make the folks write home.»
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| I’d play at all the talent nights
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| I’d finish, they’d applaud
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| Some called it muffled laughter
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| I just figured they were odd
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| So I went up for an encore
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| But they screamed they’d had enough
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| Oh, maybe I just need a group
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| To help me do my stuff
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| And so I’d dream a bass will join me
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| And fill the bottom in. And maybe now some lead guitar
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| So it would not sound so thin
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| I need some drums to set the beat
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| And help me keep in time
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| And way back in the distance
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| Some strings would sound so fine
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| And we’d all play together
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| Like fine musicians should
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| And it would sound like music
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| And the music would sound good
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| But in real life I’m stuck with
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| That same old formula
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| Me and my monophonic symphony
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| Six string orchestra
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| Oh, I write love songs for my favorite girl
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| And sing them soft and slow
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| But before I get to finish
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| She says she has to go
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| She’s nice and says «Excuse me
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| I’ve got to find a bar
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| I think I need refreshment
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| Before I hear you play guitar.»
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| Oh I sent a demo tape I made
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| To the record companies
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| Two came back address unknown
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| One came back C.O.D
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| Of course I got form letters
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| All saying pleasant things
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| Like suggesting I should find a trade
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| Where I would not have to sing
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| And so I’d dream a bass will join me
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| And fill the bottom in
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| And maybe now some lead guitar
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| So it would not sound so thin
|
| I need some drums to set the beat
|
| And help me keep in time
|
| And way back in the distance
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| Some strings would sound so fine
|
| And we’d all play together, like fine musicians should
|
| And it would sound like music
|
| And the music would sound good
|
| But in real life I’m stuck with
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| That same old formula
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| Me and my monophonic symphony
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| Six string orchestra
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| I’ve been taking guitar lessons
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| But my teacher just took leave
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| It was something about a breakdown
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| Or needing a reprieve
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| I know I found my future
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| So I will persevere
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| And hold onto my dream of
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| Making music to their ears
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| And so I’d dream a bass will join me
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| And fill the bottom in
|
| And maybe now some lead guitar
|
| So it would not sound so thin
|
| I need some drums to set the beat
|
| And help me keep in time
|
| And way back in the distance
|
| Some strings would sound so fine
|
| And we’d all play together, like fine musicians should
|
| And it would sound like music
|
| And the music would sound good
|
| But in real life I’m stuck with
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| That same old formula
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| Me and my monophonic symphony
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| Six string orchestra |