Come home and my guitar Has nothin to say to me I recoil from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really since I was his Probably just need to be held That's probably all it is
Meurglys III, he's my friend, the only one that I can trust to let it be without pretence, there's no-one else. It's killing me, but in the end there's no-one else I know is true, there's none in all the masks of men, there's nothing else but my guitar... I suppose he'll have to do.
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the only one that I can trust
to let it be without pretence,
there's no-one else.
It's killing me, but in the end
there's no-one else I know is true,
there's none in all the masks of men,
there's nothing else
but my guitar...
I suppose he'll have to do.
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