| I remember being too young to spell it But old enough to know
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| That when his fingers touched the keys
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| It lit something up in his soul
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| But at four years old
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| It’s hard to notice the power
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| But I sat under that piano for hours.
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| Learnin' the sound of it You heard an old mans noise
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| I heard every tear that he wept
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| and every crack in his voice.
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| Heard every fear that he kept
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| And every passion and joy
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| As he scrambled across the keys
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| And I played with my toys
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| I saw the power that projected from that living room
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| That man lost his family and everything he ever knew
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| He played that piano like
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| it saved him from the hell he flew
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| Runnin away from the pain that awaited
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| From bein' raised a Jew.
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| Some people paint with their music
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| Stimulate your senses
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| Enabling you to view it But, those dogs raise
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| Makin my home where the music speaks.
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| (You swear you’ve heard it before,)
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| (as it slowly rambles on and on,)
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| (no need in bringin' em back,)
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| (Cause' they’re never really gone…)
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| I can still hear the music
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| His old box used to play
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| And I am what I am because of you
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| And they can’t take that away…
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| I can still hear the music
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| His old box used to play
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| And the man that I am cause of you
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| And they can’t take that away…
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| (Just an old fashioned love song…)
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| Saturday morning
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| Wakin up yawnin'
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| Smellin' moms cookin
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| and I couldn’t stop lookin'
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| at the TV
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| creature double feature.
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| Godzilla verses
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| Rodan and King Ghidorah
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| I gotta watch. |