My Ibanaez

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The strings are stretched

Polished so bright

When I strum

It sounds so right

But if I leave alone

It will fell as cold as a stone

I keep polished every night

So it will retain its great might

Plug in and go away

Sounds so great everyday

Clean or distorted

My soul is thoroughly reported

It is not just a guitar

It is an extension of me

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