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Wed, Feb. 23rd, 2005, 10:45 am

And if the spirit moves me, I can sing the blues
Like I'm pouring out my heart to all of you
Less predictable with each wail and cry
I'm craving their applause, but I don't know why
There's a passion in my fingers while I play a pretty song
It feels like it's been ages, but it hasn't been that long
I'm watching as you leave the bar,
And I'm stunned into silence, alone with my guitar...

i made that up on the spot, so don't mind all the angst and crappy metaphors ^^

Wed, Feb. 23rd, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC)

thanks ^^