| He plays piano in a jazz band
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| And I love him for the man that he could be I asked him, «If I let you, would you play me?»
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| Then delighted as he tickled every key
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| And he could feel the ivory skin beneath his fingertips
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| And I would watch the notes fall one by one from his lips
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| And he could snap his fingers to the beat
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| Of my heart, but he couldn’t feel the heat
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| And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
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| Where the music fades away before the love it can go wrong
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| But I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
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| And I still dream in color even though I sing the blues
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| And he is playing scales up and down me As we sing our tales of hope in perfect harmony
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| And measure out our love by the length of a song but
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| It disappears somewhere when the music is gone
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| Every song ever written has a final note
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| And I sign my name below every letter that I wrote
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| And lovers who part give a final kiss
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| Now I know it’s not the player but the music that I miss
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| He plays piano in a jazz band
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| And I love him for the man that he could be I asked him, «If I let you, would you play me?»
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| A song that will play forever on Oh, but I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
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| And I still dream in color even though I sing the blues
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| And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
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| Where the music fades away before the love it can go wrong |