Chorus:
Annie's guitar
how she made it ring
we'd gather around her
and how we would sing
down to the dawn
that last fading star
that's how I remember
Annie's guitar
Verse 1:
She seemed like anyone
when we met on the street
a nice older lady
so calm and discreet
But her passion came out
like an uncovered blade
when she opened her case
and she played...
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Verse 2:
Now I'm much older,
well, it happens that way,
the bloom on the roses
starts fading to grey
But her passion inspired me
to make real music too
I know my heart's in my fingers
'cause I knew...
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