the man at the piano

every time when words are not enough

every time when talking gets too tough

the man at the piano begins to play

without words he knows just what to say

so he tells the story beginning to end

he doesn´t know me, isn´t my friend

yet he knows things I never told 

as he keeps playing I am feeling cold

he never looks at me but into my soul

it means nothing, nothing at all 




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