A sad and rainy day,
in my old Harley,
my worn guitar on my back,
a cigarette on my lips.
The sea sounds nearby
I stop and I feel on the shore.
My face is wet and salty.
Sea water or tears?
Are you there?
Wait, don't go,
let me hug my guitar
for whisper you a wet blues...
in my old Harley,
my worn guitar on my back,
a cigarette on my lips.
The sea sounds nearby
I stop and I feel on the shore.
My face is wet and salty.
Sea water or tears?
Are you there?
Wait, don't go,
let me hug my guitar
for whisper you a wet blues...
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