I always saw him , early in the morning. He took the same train as me, but he waited in front of the station. Cause there was a guitar store in front... and I couldn't help notice the way that he looked at them.
The train screeched while his dreams stayed far away. He watched each lonely station pass by.
I've never seen him again, looking at the guitars, but I bet that now he's playing a song .
Some people's dream is to get a new car, some people want a vacation house,
and some people's dream is just to have a guitar to play.
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