| Why don’t you play the banjo anymore?
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| Don’t you like the way it feels
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| When you hit the note you’re looking for?
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| Why don’t you play the banjo anymore?
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| Tell you, boy, why I don’t play no more
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| Out-of-tune discarded instruments
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| Don’t play like once they did before
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| That’s why I don’t play it anymore
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| Anymore, anymore
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| Anymore
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| Why don’t you sing a song for me?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to sing it once?
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| Second time I’ll add a harmony
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| If you were to sing a song for me
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| Boy, the singing’s lost all its fun
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| Used to love the way it sounded
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| When once voice would join the other one
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| Now that feeling’s all but been undone
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| Undone, undone
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| Undone |