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now your standards change with poverty |
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certain things become luxuries |
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so drive yourself down to the pawn shop |
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there's nothing to cry about |
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there are thousands of guitars |
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all over the world |
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so shake off that sorrow, shame and self-pity |
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your '69 SG was never a necessity |
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the Beatles and Stones and Raspberries |
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will always be there to remind you of what will always be |
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thousands of guitars all over the world |
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millions, even |
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all over the world |
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stop holding on |
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the rest have all been sold |
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give her a kiss goodbye |
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then just let her go |
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don't you know that they never really die |
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there's no graveyard or heaven in the sky |
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there'll be one for you when you can |
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they're everywhere |
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they just change hands |
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thousands of guitars |
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hold on to your soul |
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never give it away |
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and you'll always be all right |
