I don’t want to be a song

I don’t want to be a song

I want to be your rhythm and your melody

Your A part and your B part

Your C, D and E part

That major key part

Vibration of strings

Caressed when your fingers start

That’s where I’ll live

As repeat sign

Your lick, Your roll

In every song

Not your double bar

I don’t even know

We’ve come this far

I don’t want to be just a song


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