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I Don't Deserve My Guitar

All the songs I write on piano are sad
When I pick up a guitar I always feel bad
Only feeling at home when I open up and sing
I don’t feel I’m deserving of this six stringed thing

I don’t deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance
Paying as much as I’d bet on myself
I don’t deserve my guitar

I bought it in the first place so I’d look cool
But now I can’t move my arms and I feel like a fool
Sits in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust
I never learnt to change the strings and I’m not fussed

I don’t deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance
Paying as much as I’d bet on myself
I don’t deserve my guitar

It’s all riffs & licks, strings and picks
But things to sing give me my kicks, oh
It’s all its and bits and fancy tricks
I don’t know what to think of it, oh

I bet you can see me in my spare time
Picking up this old thing and strumming up somethin’ fine
It doesn’t happen a lot but baby it feels good
I don’t do it enough though I know I should.

I don’t deserve my guitar
I hope you know that I bought it on clearance
Paying as much as I’d bet on myself, yeah
I don’t deserve my guitar, ah
Guitar, ah

I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don’t deserve it)
I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve it (I don’t deserve it)
I don’t deserve, deserve, deserve my guitar, guitar, ah