Teardrops on my guitar..

He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

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JAG BLIR GLAD!

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