Walked the streets in mismatched shoes.
Every time I win, twice I lose.
Suffered a poke and many a bruise.
Newspapers for blankets, I live the news.
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Time’s lived, no need for clues.
Eyes now open the world’s my muse.
This guitar and me, we got no blues.
No shackles for us, it’s freedom we choose.
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