Here I am just sittin' around With an old piano in a vacant room And the same old feelin's come again So uncertain hurtin' scared I though I grew, but here I am again Shoulda seen the train be passin' thru. I thought I knew And I can't make music No I can't make rhyme No I can't do anything To take me away this time I know it's an old cliche to say I feel I'm gonna die And I hear it's goin' out to cry So I'm gonna say some kind words to you I like to wish you luck & hope That life will be with someone else Just like I though it would be with me But I can't see... And I can't make music No I can't make rhyme No I can't do anything To take me away this time
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