| The clock is striking, guess it must be two
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| My baby left me for somebody new
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| I’ve been here playing since she said we’re through
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| An old piano plays the blues
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| The clock is striking, guess it must be three
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| My room is lonely as a room can be
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| I’m improvising on a memory
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| An old piano plays the blues
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| Each evening since we met, we were a close duet
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| From dusk until the moon would glow
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| And though she’s gone I find she’s hangin' round my mind
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| I guess I’m not the kind to do a solo
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| The clock is striking, Lord it can’t be four
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| Perhaps I’d better lock the downstairs door
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| The one I play for will be here no more
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| An old piano plays the blues
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| I guess I’d better lock the door
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| She won’t be coming back no more
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| An old piano plays the blues
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| An old piano plays the blues |