It may not be the best one
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It may not be like the rest of 'em
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But she makes it sound so sweet
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The melodies she makes it's saying
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On her red guitar
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The color never fades away
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No matter where she has it placed
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And my life would change when I saw
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The face of her red guitar
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It's been through hell
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Oh, the sound it makes
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It takes me to some higher place
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She doesn't have a clue
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Oh, that I love to listen to...
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Her red guitar, yeah
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The color never fades away
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No matter where she has it placed
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And my life would change when I saw
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The face of her red guitar
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Of her red guitar
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She plays it soft so only I can hear
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The same old song
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That she played last year
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And it may not have all the strings
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Oh, but she strums it beautifully
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On her red guitar, yeah
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Her red guitar, yeah
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The color never fades away
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No matter where she has it placed
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And my life would change when I saw
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The face of her red guitar
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Of her red guitar, of her red guitar
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Red Guitar
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| Kris Allen |
