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A simple player
In dirty and cold bars
Its chords, never heard
Your money is always short
One night, coming home
At the crossroads, the appeal
Your soul for glory
His life for the fame
A God at dawn
The charm in music
A God at dawn
The desire in the looks
Never drink from an open bottle
It is the trigger of death
Never forget this warning
This will be the end of everything
A God at dawn
The simpathy in the smile
A God at dawn
Magic on the guitar
At 27, he forgot
When drinking the lady's whiskey
He fell at her feet
Without belief and soul
