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点击复制What's the thing that makes you draw the line
Makes up your mind
Well mine is telling me
Time has finally come to fade to black
Leaves nothing but tracks
Baby I think I've hung on long enough
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
In a busted cardboard case
A junkyard still life
Nothing but a crying shame
Like a used up cigarette
Crushed out in a whiskey glass
Short on pride long on regret
Would you stick around won't you stick around now
Honey would you stick around to dance
3 a m was made for no
Then there's me
I'm rolling lonely on a lonesome stretch of road
I skipped I know
But I'll take lonely over on more day
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
In a busted cardboard case
A junkyard still life
Nothing but a crying shame
Like a used up cigarette
Crushed out in a whiskey glass
Short on pride long on regret
Would you stick around would you stick around now
Honey would you stick around for this
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
In a busted cardboard case
A junkyard still life
Nothing but a crying shame
If you were tossed out in the cold
Heart broke like a window pane
Would you stick around would you stick around now
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
Like a guitar baby
Like a guitar in the rain