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A guitar collects dust like his heart, |
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Soundless and still |
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A girl collapses on her bed |
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Writing words never read, |
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Troubled youth spills over into |
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Troubled life, and at times |
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We walk alone with our troubled minds |
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A guitar strikes a chord hits a misery so hard so bold |
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Sounding through this world where it's so hard to feel that gold |
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It's running through us all |
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A beauty Buried deep under a river of grief |
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Where the |
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Muddy Waters flow and the stones don't roll [Chorus:] |
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This is for all the unheard, |
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All the music left behind |
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All the songs |
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Left on the floors in the closets of our minds |
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Where's the passion gone in our hearts? |
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Lost somewhere in the grind |
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It's time to bring it back |
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It's time to unwind |
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Find what we lost |
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It's time |
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It's time to bring it back |
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A lost song lingers on |
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Bouncing off stars on and on |
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A moment gone or is it looking for you |
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To sing its tune |
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Troubled youth spills over into |
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Troubled life, and at times |
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We walk alone with our troubled minds [Chorus] |
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It's time to bring it back [x4] |
