This guitar is ringing,
Straight into my brain,
Can't bear to change,
The pick-up or gain
My life in my hands,
This feeling gleeming red,
The pulse is pounding,
All in my head
This will never end,
Or at least I hope so,
So great for now,
Cuz' I gotta show
It's all I have,
Other than you,
But you already know,
So what else is new?
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