There was no more chemistry, exciting chords or harmonies,
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infectious riffs or melodies to sing.
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Twas' not a single speck of magic there
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in that tangled mess of moving air,
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so we shut off all our amps and we called it quits.
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And this old house grew quiet as the cars they pulled away,
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in this uninspired ending of this uninspiring day.
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And it got so awful quiet now except for passing cars
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or the hum of drunken discords creeping from the local bars.
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Not another song, the music died,
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though our ears and fingers tried,
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our tired hearts could not provide a tune.
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And was it true? Where we really through,
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but I just began to sing what I wanted to.
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D minor was the final chord and Kevin played it hard,
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and it resonated down the hall and out into the yard.
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And I remember thinking that we lost something that day
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as I rolled up all my chords and put my guitar away.
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Not another song, the music died,
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though our ears and fingers tried,
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our tired hearts could not provide a tune.
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Romancing The Ghost
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Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |