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Ode To My Guitar

By Dave Sterenchock

I can't make music with you anymore,
It's nothing that you've done.
It's a matter of your energy,
And where you came from.
I don't need that influence in my life anymore,
That color no longer works in my spectrum.

I'm sure you'll find someone else to play with,
Someone who can appreciate you more.
Someone who doesn't know your past.
I'll create some new memories,
And the haunting will be over.

You see, I'm in love now.
Not the fake unrealistic kind,
It's the real thing,
And I am the better for it.
I am sure you will be too.

 

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