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I've got this guitar I can barely play, |
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And a questionable singing voice as well. |
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But I get my joy out of, |
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Little things like just, |
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Sitting here trying to play and sing. |
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Thinking thoughts without a brain. |
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Walking (something) in the rain. |
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But I don't mind, |
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That I'm a little bit behind. |
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Yeah, I don't mind, |
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That I'm gonna have to keep on trying. |
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I've got a heart that's like always pure. |
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But I'm trying to be careful with my words. |
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The point of this changing, |
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Slowly and stupid now, |
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And I see so clearly in the world. |
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Thinking thoughts without a brain. |
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Walking (something) in the rain. |
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But I don't mind, |
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That I'm a little bit behind. |
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Yeah, I don't mind, |
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That I'm gonna have to keep on trying, |
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I don't mind, |
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My untrained mind. |
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My drunken mind. |
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My wandering mind. |
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No, I don't mind. |
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My wandering mind. |
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No, I don't mind. |
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My wandering mind |
