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EIs Amany tiEmes so Alonely she's unhappy the reason to cry is always my guitar, Ebaby
Awhat Dshe will say when she comes and she will find an ampty house Hwith very few words Aon it that I Glove her Hwell, I must plEay, AI must play
Well, even so she hopes believes and dreams if not today tomorrow evening I'll be with her, here Phone is ringin' on my table I have a guilty look at Mary and she knows what l will say and she does at me "heah", I must play, I must play Mary, Mary Is many times so lonely she's unhappy the reason to cry is always my guitar, baby I' m leaving what she'll say to me when we'll be together she'll excuse me surely she want for ever do at me like to the others "heah", I must play, I must play