| I move along with my guitar, never goes away
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| She is with me through the night
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| And in the morning she stays
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| I wash away like yesterday
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| Float down the stream through all my ways
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| She accompanies my steps in all my days
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| She has six strings that I know
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| Just how to work and how to play
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| We speak a language of our own
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| Every minute of the day
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| We get along into the song
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| I find her heart and I make it strong
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| And she backs me up when everyone has gone away
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| She sings to me
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| She sings to me
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| She never goes very far
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| She stays around no matter what I am doing
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| She is there for me
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| I know that she don’t know the words
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| I don’t care, I kinda like it
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| Less the talking, a little more the melody
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| She reaches out without a touch
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| She knows that whatever I love
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| Ends up broken in the past and out the door
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| I have broken her before
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| I let her fall onto the floor
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| I call it character and I love her more
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| When she sings to me
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| She sings to me
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| She sings to me
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| She sings to me
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| She sings to me |