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Current song lyrics
You're alone above the street somewhere<br />Wondering how you'll ever count out there<br /><br />You can walk, you can talk, you can fight<br />But inside you've got something to write<br />In your hand you hold your only friend<br />Never spend your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br /><br />When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up<br />When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge<br />When the words are immobile until you sit down<br />Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found<br />Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way<br />You must really have something<br />Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away<br />Important to say<br /><br />When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream<br />And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean<br />But it suddenly comes after years of delay<br />You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play<br />When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white<br />Then you can be sure, you can open the door<br />Get off of the floor tonight<br />You have something to write<br /><br />When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you<br />But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you<br />You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet<br />You've got a head start away from the street<br /><br />But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?<br />Could be there's just one thing left in the end<br />Your guitar and your pen<br /><br />When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon<br />And she says that she'd like it &quot;with more of a tune<br />And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed<br />Then you stick it together and start writing again<br />And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back<br />To bring her some money, she's calling you honey<br />Stashed in a bloody great sack<br />In your Cadillac<br /><br />You're alone<br />You're alone<br /><br />You're alone above the street somewhere<br />Wondering how you'll ever count out there<br /><br />You can walk, you can talk, you can fight<br />But inside you've got something to write<br />In your hand you hold your only friend<br />Never spend your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br /><br />Never spend your guitar or your pen
New song lyrics
You're alone above the street somewhere<br />Wondering how you'll ever count out there<br /><br />You can walk, you can talk, you can fight<br />But inside you've got something to write<br />In your hand you hold your only friend<br />Never spend your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br /><br />When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up<br />When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge<br />When the words are immobile until you sit down<br />Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found<br />Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way<br />You must really have something<br />Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away<br />Important to say<br /><br />When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream<br />And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean<br />But it suddenly comes after years of delay<br />You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play<br />When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white<br />Then you can be sure, you can open the door<br />Get off of the floor tonight<br />You have something to write<br /><br />When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you<br />But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you<br />You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet<br />You've got a head start away from the street<br /><br />But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?<br />Could be there's just one thing left in the end<br />Your guitar and your pen<br /><br />When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon<br />And she says that she'd like it &quot;with more of a tune<br />And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed<br />Then you stick it together and start writing again<br />And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back<br />To bring her some money, she's calling you honey<br />Stashed in a bloody great sack<br />In your Cadillac<br /><br />You're alone<br />You're alone<br /><br />You're alone above the street somewhere<br />Wondering how you'll ever count out there<br /><br />You can walk, you can talk, you can fight<br />But inside you've got something to write<br />In your hand you hold your only friend<br />Never spend your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br />Your guitar or your pen<br /><br />Never spend your guitar or your pen
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