(For Tom O. and Kurt V.)
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Play me like a player piano
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roll me from the corners
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of your dark and dusty shadows
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Like a player piano,
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I sit useless
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most of the time
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The bar gets darker
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it swallows up the scarlet
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The barkeep? looking thin
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We sit together
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until only the piano
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of the player remains
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Tell me why you won? keep it
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Tie me up in a shoe-string box
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She don? keep it if
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she don? need it
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Get me out of the deep end
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my legs are dangling over the roof
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The room gets brighter
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when I can see inside her
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when I can turn the switch
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But she? so together
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I can do the damage and
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she can manage the flames
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Player Piano
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Seven Mary Three |