Guitar strings, take me in.
Convince me I'm a wave,
Riding the sea and lapping in imagining.
Strumming, and strumming, and strumming.
Chord change, make this heaven,
Convince me this is Rishikesh in 1967.
And not today. Not today.
Strumming, and strumming and strumming,
Sweet sounds save me,
Tell me you're the wind,
Brushing up against my grateful face,
Strumming, and strumming and strumming.
Trade those licks, man.
I hear them and I'll just trade them back to you.
This is what the cool kids do,
When they're dreamin'...
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