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LOOSEN MY STRINGS (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)
Wake up in the morning
Get into bed
Closing my eyes
I rest my head.
There is no arrangement
No time no place
It's gone in the wind
And left no trace.
Who can say, maybe or whatever.
It's up to you
You know you can trust me
I'll make it up to you.
You move with the action
You loosen my strings
Your fingers can smooth out my jangles
And all those things.
Grease on the handle and the tangles
In my hair.
They always seem to go together
I don't care.
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