LYRIC
As is strum this old guitar
Comes to mind, things I can?t say
And I wonder where you are
When the night turns into day
As is strum this old guitar
Comes to mind, things I can?t say
And I wonder where you are
When the night turns into day
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As is strum this old guitar
Comes to mind, things I can?t say
And I wonder where you are
When the night turns into day
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