While my...

I see my girl, and I notice she's lonely,
While my guitar gently weeps.

I see my girl, and I notice she's hurting,
While my guitar gently bleeds.

I see my girl, and I notice she's crying,
While my guitar gently suffers.

I see my girl, and I notice she's broken,
While my guitar gently twinges.

I see my girl, and I see my girl yet,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

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