Letra de Guitar Don't Lie (En Anglais) - Joe Dassin
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He sits all alone playing his guitar
Out in the back of a little caf�
And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
And just lets the music take him away
Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
And he�s worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when you�re living on dreams
And you feel it inside and the guitar don�t lie
There�s a lady he knows who often comes by
She�s a nice little girl and she�s into the blues
She requests the same song every night
She says it reminds her of someone she knew
A trace of her perfume floats across the room
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Once they were close and they shared all their dreams
But now all he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly apart and the guitar don�t lie
Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware
The time�s moving on and it�s slipping away
And if you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights the�re traces of grey
He knows what it�s all about feeling down and out
Cause he�s been there before and he�s seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
It�s a crazy ol� life and the guitar don�t lie
Out in the back of a little caf�
And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
And just lets the music take him away
Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
And he�s worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when you�re living on dreams
And you feel it inside and the guitar don�t lie
There�s a lady he knows who often comes by
She�s a nice little girl and she�s into the blues
She requests the same song every night
She says it reminds her of someone she knew
A trace of her perfume floats across the room
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/guitar-don-t-lie--en-anglais--joe-dassin.php
Once they were close and they shared all their dreams
But now all he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly apart and the guitar don�t lie
Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware
The time�s moving on and it�s slipping away
And if you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights the�re traces of grey
He knows what it�s all about feeling down and out
Cause he�s been there before and he�s seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
It�s a crazy ol� life and the guitar don�t lie