<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=110391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Guitar And Pen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're alone above the street somewhere <br>Wondering how you'll ever count out there <br>You can walk, you can talk, you can fight <br>But inside you've got something to write <br>In your hand you hold your only pen <br>Never spend your guitar or your pen <br>Your guitar or your pen <br>Your guitar or your pen <br>Your guitar or your pen <br>Your guitar or your pen <br>When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up <br>When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge <br>When the words are immobile until you sit down <br>Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found <br>Then you know in some strange unexplainable way <br>You must really have something <br>Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away <br>Important to say <br>When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream <br>And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean <br>But it suddenly comes after years of delay <br>You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play <br>When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white <br>Then you can be sure, you can open the door <br>Get up of the floor tonight <br>You have something to write <br>When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you <br>But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you<br>You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet <br>You've got a head start away from the street <br>But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone<br>Could be there's just one thing left in the end <br>Your guitar and your pen<br>When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon <br>And she says that she'd like it with more of a tune <br>And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed <br>Then you stick it together and start writing again <br>And you know that it won't be too long till your back -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Who - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=110391" data-title="Guitar And Pen" data-description="You're alone above the street somewhere Wondering how you'll ever count out there You can walk, you can talk, you can fight But inside you've got something to write In your hand you hold your only pen Never spend your guitar or your pen Your..."></div> </div> </div>

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