The sound of an old guitar
Is saving you from sinking
Back like you never broke
He touches your leg and thinks he's getting close
For now you let him just this once
And just like that, it's over
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Keep it all inside, all inside
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard for the belle of the boulevard
And all your silken things
That song you softly sing, is keeping you from breaking
Back here you never loved
You've shacked the shivers off
You take a drink to get your courage up
Please hold on, it's alright
Please hold on, it's alright
The sound of an old guitar
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