A girl called me a thief,
My heart, once strong, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.
One night, the story starts,
My guitar held captive hearts.
One night, the story starts,
My guitar played its aching parts.
With melodies of love's sweet art,
I spoke to my soul, a whispered start.
A dazzling beauty, her gaze did meet,
My heart unbound, her words bittersweet.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.
She sighs, her lips pressed tight,
Lost in dreams of fading light.
She sighs, her lips pressed tight,
Lost in dreams, both dark and bright.
She calls me near, my name she'll claim,
"Oh, father, you've ruined my name!"
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.
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