| Hear me talkin' to you, hear me sing my song
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| Can you tell if it’s really me, if I’m right or if I’m wrong
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| If I was telling the truth, could you see it in my eyes
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| Whatever I tell you now, this guitar never lies
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| It’s just a wooden box with holes in, and wires fastened on
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| Made by a man in Nazareth, Tijuana or Taiwan
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| And as for the man who plays it, he might be real or otherwise
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| The only thing you need to know it is, this guitar never lies
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| Never says forever never lies
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| However long you pick it, the same old thing applies
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| There was a man before me, and he was the living proof
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| Of just how far a boy can go with three chords and the truth
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| Sure he had his share of lowdown ways you might despise
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| But everywhere you played they all said, this guitar never lies
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| Instrumental:
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| Never says forever never lies
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| However long you take it, the same old thing applies
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| The boys are back in town with the stories and the spin
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| The PR man has made his pitch, so let the show begin
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| It’s the song you’ve heard before, it’s a tale you’ll recognize
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| But anyway you choose to tell it, this guitar never lies
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| Never lies, never lies |