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My Weeping Guitar

Through my weeping guitar you hear my pain.
Will I ever get over the shame?
Through my weeping guitar you hear my cry.
Why did you have to lie?
Through my weeping guitar you hear my thoughts
Why did you leave me here just to rot?
Through my weeping guitar you hear me grieve
Did you really have to leave?
Through my weeping guitar you hear my trembling voice
Do you ever regret your choice?    






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