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You can put down your guitar now,
The coffee’s getting cold.
I honestly don’t know how
Your heart escaped my hold.

It’s raining outside,
But you won’t stay.
My tears are not mine to hide
My prayers are not mine, not to pray

It’s strange how reality defies,
The dreams our eyes weave.
It’s strange how a heart cries,
When a stranger is about to leave.

So this is it! It’s too late
You have made your final bow.
The broken string defines my fate
You can out down your guitar now?