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Her name is CherryWe've just metBut already she knows meBetter than youShe understands meAfter eighteen yearsAnd you still don't see meLike you ought to doMaybe we could talk 'bout thingsIf you was made of wood and stringsWhile I love her every soundI don't know how to turn you downYou're so thick and my patience thinSo I got me a new best friendWith a pickup that puts you to shameAnd Cherry is her nameAnd when I'm lonelyCherry's thereAnd she plays alongWhile I sing out my bluesI could be cryingAnd you don't careYou won't call me backYou're stubborn as muleMaybe we could talk 'bout thingsIf you was made of wood and stringsYou might think I've gone too farI'm talking 'bout my new guitar...
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