cling to If you're made in England, you're built to last You can still say 'homo' and everybody laughs But the joke's on you, you never read the song
: (with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up
them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
down. That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten years. My fingers found these patterns which express what words could not. This song poured
ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts
worth the memories if i make it out alive then know that this got the best of me my nuckles are white but i can't get a grip if it's the last song i
got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts,
clings These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Turner and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that Crosby
ripped you out from the inside The sound of pianos thrown from our high rise is the song you?ll hear before you sleep every night? The last thing
song from our first record now, that was given to us on a cassette tape, a very different version, from a girl named Sarah Slean from Toronto, a song
of snow With lace decorated from the foamed sea Can you hear notes of piano And moan of those who shall dance With song wolves on our frozen shore Statues
don't wanna hear it He says "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show I'm gone Play me a so long song mister piano man Eyes gleem bright like gems from
Back, And Starts Adjusting The Heat She's Bold But I Roll With It, I'm Impressed Cause She's Sweet Then She Says "I Heard Your Song And I'm Obsessed With
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
I wrote this song late last night About my brother and all his might And you would be so very kind To listen to these words I've written About the boy
was worth the memories if i make it out alive then know that this got the best of me my nuckles are white but i can't get a grip if it's the last song
I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played