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Piano Man


 

piano man, piano man

I use to be one who watched

the plucks of keys, would buckle my knees

every note would swell my heart


American dream, a lions team

you’d say to me in the dark

under the stars the world was ours

foreign words, I learned you taught


One Fall’s day you’d fade away

piano man, no more to me

the look in your eyes I most despised, 

the sorrow taking feat


we danced no longer to the keys

I knew they were not real

the lure you set, had me contempt  

silence, I did reel


piano man, oh piano man

the people use to watch

it was a play for your parents say

a heart they had not touched

 

 

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