Another night, exercises, guitar
Playing my old vinyl faves that I know
So well, no rehearsal needed, so far
Burned into my memory, it just seems so
Easy to play now, as my technique grows
It's like a drug, all becomes possible
And nights of listening so long ago
Rewarded all these years on, that people
Must wonder what these songs are, and how I'll
Know as if by magic each chord, each bar
But it's no secret, it's like when you go
Down familiar streets, down valleys, up hills
You walked all your life, it's not that clever
It's easy really, it's what life can show
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