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Your Chords On Your Acoustic
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May 2012 Sometimes we meet a person hoping she could be,
the mechanic to fix you up from a hoopdy,
take out the dents and paint a fresh layer,
remove the cassette and put in a CD player,
you try to impress, hope to invest,
get lost in sex, pains hard to digest,
especially when the rest use words,
aiming at your happiness like swords,
cutting all your chords on your acoustic,
saying it's "all your fault", why'd you choose it?
just lose it and leave all the problems,
cold and stoned away like a goblin,
on top of Gotham watching all my movements,
wishing she could halt my improvements,
well i am ready, swimming out of this puddle,
cause humans are judged by their actions when they struggle.
