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The Trouble With Guitars 
(Phillip Sandifer)

We’d fought all afternoon, so it was bound to happen
Now here I am again, reflecting on us 
But the quiet companion that helps me with my thoughts
Is unable to stop me when I might have shared too much

I decided, to write it
With a common turn of phrase
But she knew it, was about her
The story gave itself away
A too honest, sad at times
Bleeding of my heart 
And now that I think about it
That’s the trouble with guitars 

I tell myself no one really knows how much of it is real
They’ll think, it was mostly written for the rhymes
Why must I feel the need to constantly reveal?
Is it really how I work things through or a creative way to hide?

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And now that my whole life’s been reconstructed in these songs
Dang’d if it ain’t inviting me, to write another one, so

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I decided, to write it
With a common turn of phrase
It’s always about her
The stories give themselves away
A too honest, sad at times
Bleeding of my heart 
And now that I think about it, and now that I think about it
That’s the trouble with guitars
The trouble with guitars
The trouble with guitars