| And music unites us, body and soul in the song
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| Music brings together differences without reason
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| And in an unintentional way
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| Sing to me what are you, nice to meet you
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| Who draws the crowd and plays soloud
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| Baby, it′s the guitar man
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| Who's gonna steal the show, you know
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| Baby, it′s the guitar man
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| He can make you love, he can make you cry
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| He will bring you down, the he'll get you high
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| Somethin' keeps him goin′, miles and miles a day
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| To find another place to play
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| On the stage, the sound and the emotion comes from you too
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| It's good to feel that the show has changed
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| Because he is yours too
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| My heart comes out of the pit like this
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| He embraces yours and finds himself in me
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| The blood mixes and heals the suffering
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| We share the moment
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| Then you listen to the music and you like sing along
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| You want to get the meaning out of each and every song
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| Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
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| And take them home
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| Night after night who treats you right
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| Baby, it′s the guitar man
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| That the dimension of this emotion is already ours and from nobody else's
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| Then he come to town and you see his face
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| And you think you might like to take his place
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| Somethin' keeps him goin′, miles and miles a day
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| Searchin' for the songs to play
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| And music unites us, body and soul in the song
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| Music gathers differences without reason
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| But he never seems to notice
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| He′s just got to find another place to play
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| Much pleasure!
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| He's got to play
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| Oh, great pleasure! |