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He was a meek mannered man
With a guitar in his hand
And a life so long it hardly happened at all
He pried his eyes from the band 
And sighed to the crowd
Who was a little too loud for his liking

He wasn't sure anymore
Had he ever been before?
There was no song to sell
Lyrics slipped from his lips
Down the drain of the kitchen sink
His only hope was a sticky note
Written in disappearing ink