The+Guitarist+-+Oliver

** || || My fingers so fast, it’s causing me pain
 * = ** The Guitarist
 * = The notes fly by, like a racing train

I strum along, hitting each chord There is no way anybody could get bored

I keep up the rhythm, and keep the beat And what do you know, they’re on their feet!

Just hear what I’m doing now And nobody ever taught me how

I’m up here on stage, playing away Thinking what I will be playing, another day! ||

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