They said that I was quite incredible
But I fell tremendously so before they ever really got to wax all kinds of crazy lyrical
See, I carry a bust-up guitar over my chronicled shoulder – akin to the very colour of the sun – that I cannot seem to play
And I know if I could it would turn out to be a little otherworldly – I never got to be that way, otherworldly as such
These manically placed strings are like a mathematical equation all of their bespoke own
Tell me, should I drop my head again for one last time…
Perhaps try a whole lot harder?

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