There are things we can do
And then those we must not
There is everything we must keep quiet
Everything that cannot be said
Lives that attract us
Of burns and nails
Yes, but not to live them
It's even worse than anything
Of wisdom beyond Drift
From regrets to disgust
There's only a guitar in my hand
That I'm afraid of nothing
When the judges deliberate
Whether I'm doing wrong or I'm doing well
If I'm really sincere
I even know no longer very good
When the rumors, 'Viperent'
When the image fades
I am left with this true mystery
And that belongs to me
When I brush against the light
For a moment I hold it
With my guitar in my hand
I'm afraid of nothing
There are things we think
That we didn't see like that
But we keep silent
And we press on
br/>Looks that we turn away
Gestures that we don't make
Conscience a little dull
And not very proud of ourselves
When the dose is too heavy
When the blues goes a little far
I take my guitar in my hand
And I'm afraid of nothing

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