Demerol cast away, Co-defrequent, Soma holiday, If I was a morgue noone would die. This atonal score, For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance
Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a rock star I only beat you when I'm drunk You're only pretty when you're crying We are suppose to be
I'm feeling summer coming in and coming on again Like waxing needles pushing through my tired frozen skin If I go walking then I know you wanna let me
Got a man that holds you tight Got a man that treats you right Got a man that loves you, that hugs you I swear Got a man that brings a beat Got man that
to see through solid marble eyes Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost Fire them up and kill the piano birds
All you see are endless skies, like an ocean lit by fireflies With a long deep breath, I speak my heart Saying things I'm not sure just what they are
my system But there's one musical instrument that I call mine I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand piano
piano ils pleuraient quelquefois Mais c'est quand les autres n'etaient pas la Et pour quelles raisons bizarres Son image a marque Ma memoire ma memoire Il jouait du piano
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
I sure hope that it does Perhaps I was born with curiosity The likes of those of old crows The likes of those of old crows And oh, how the piano knows The piano
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
Heyyyy Yeahhhhh Ok I saw you at the bus stop You had on a haulter top And your mini skirt And your doony in your purse So I turn around and swoop you
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knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" La la la de de da La la de de da da da Sing us a song you're the piano man, Sing us a song tonight
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
you hear them play our fucking song? Listen to our fucking love, yeah The king said to rock it, shake, rattle ?n roll But who's behind the piano if the piano
So far from me, stands a man known as disease. He's checking out the hands of the people that he meets. And now, you just don't see me anymore. oh, I
up in the middle I cry just a little When I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry just a little When he plays piano in the dark He