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The Pickers and Grinners
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Inside Out I sit and listen quietly
Their fingers talk so fine,
The sounds that come from them
I wish someday were mine.
The melody is soft and sweet
Or excitement fills the air,
The practicing and mistakes
I really would not care.
I know in life we pay our dues
Seems some owe a lot,
A dream can always take us through
So hold on to what we have got.
