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On the ground
he lays (Like he prays)
screaming through his guitar (the man will go far)
for the things he wants to play (to say)
breathing his music
his friend answers his plea
with a g-minor progression
twisted with funk
he plays his thank you so well
that's a man who breathes
his music
To play so well a man must first go through hell
what he has to tell is so hot he must not use words
feeling is what you hear
do not fear
but shed a tear
for a man this year
it's weird how people need to say certain things
they have their own particular way to do it
shit don't you
but ooo the man with a guitar in his hand can command
lead and be followed
never to be shadowed
hear his pain
hear his gain
hear him regain what is sane
his humanity is differed
not a word need leave his lips
yet we know what he feels
he reels in delight tonight
as he tells you how he feels..........