The Piano Man
The Piano Man sat
Playing his tune
Pressing keys and stringing sounds
Sad, asking why she left so soon
The Piano Man sat
On his rickety stool
Playing his music
Think yourself fool
The Piano Man sat
On the curb of a street
With a bottle of jack
And no one to meet
The Piano Man sat
On a high towers ledge
The soft sounding notes
Pushing him off the edge
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