It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
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The regular crowd shuffles in
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There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin
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He says
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Son. Can you play me a memory
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I'm not really sure how it goes
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But it's sad and it's sweet
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And I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes
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*Sing us a song you're the piano man
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Sing us a song tonight
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Well we're all in the mood for a melody
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And you've got us feeling alright
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Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
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He gets me my drinks for free
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And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
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But there's some place that he'd rather be
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He says
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Bill. I believe this is killing me
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As a smile ran away from his face
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Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place
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Now Paul is a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife
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And he's talking with Davey who's still in the navy
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And probably will be for life
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And the waitress is practicing politics
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As the businessmen slowly get stoned
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Yes. they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
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But it's better than drinking alone
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It's pretty good crowd for a Saturday and the manager gives me a smile
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'Cause he knows that it's me
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They've been coming to see to forget about life for a while
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And the piano it sounds like a carnival
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And the microphone smells like a beer
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And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
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And say
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Man. What a re you doing here
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Piano Man (ÇÇ¾Æ³ë ¸Ç)
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