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i remember being too dumb to spell it, but old enough to know, that when his fingers touched the keys, it lit something up in his soul, but at four years old, it's hard to notice the power, but i sat under that piano for hours. learnin' the sound of it, you heard an old mans noise, i heard every tear that he wept, and every crack in his voice. heard every fear that he kept, and every passion and joy, as he scrambled across the keys, and i played with my toys, i saw the power that projected from that living room, that man lost his family and everything he ever knew, he played that piano like, it saved him from the hell he flew, runnin away from the pain that awaited, from bein' raised a jew. some people paint with their music, stimulate your senses, enabling you to view it, but, those dogs raise, and train to take a tune with me, everywhere i go, makin my home where the music speaks. i can still hear the music, his old box used to play, and i am what i am because of you, and they can't take that away. i can still hear the music, his old box used to play, and the man that i am cause of you, and they can't take that away. saturday morning, wakin up yawnin', smellin' moms cookin, and i can't stop lookin', at the tv, picture double feature. thugs in reverses, ro dan and kane vetra, i gotta watch.

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Artist: grieves