(R.Gerritsen)
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Strong rough hands seized the shiny wood
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Carried her on stage and there she stood
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Every time when she performed
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The audience smiled or cried
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But after years of cheers and fame
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Her sound got old and died
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Na, na, na, na
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Na, na, na, na
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Strong rough hands seized the shabby wood
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Took here there, where she would stay for good
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Her study was her destiny
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Children used to say
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You are still a queen for us
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So teach us how to play
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Na, na, na, na
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Na, na, na, na
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The Grand Piano
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Golden Earring |