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Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby, it's the guitar man |
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Who's gonna steal the show, you know, baby, it's the guitar man |
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He can make you love, he can make you cry |
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He will bring you down and he'll get you high |
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Somethin' keeps him goin' miles and miles a day |
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To find another place to play |
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Night after night, who treats you right, baby, it's the guitar man |
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Who's on the radio, you go and listen to the guitar man |
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Then he comes to town and you see his face |
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And you think you might like to take his place |
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Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away |
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Searching for the songs to play |
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Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along |
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You want to get the meaning out of each and every song |
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Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own and take 'em home |
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He can make you love, he can get you high |
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He will bring you down, then he'll make, make you cry |
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Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know |
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What it is that makes him go |
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Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim |
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The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin |
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But he never seems to notice, he's just got to find another place to play |
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Fade away |
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Got to play |
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Fade away |
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Got to play |
