(C. Murphy/Sloan)
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You played those notes a year ago
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But nobody ever seems to mind
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You're so sweet
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Upon request from her dad
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She takes a seat centre stage
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And starts to play
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And when she's done we take our roles as assigned
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A few kids whined
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But everyone behaved
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So take the bench, little girl
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And sing your little heart out
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The fact the notes are right
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Doesn't mean she has any feeling
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This year yields something new
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A reason for the downcast eyes
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The buttoned lip
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The irony that rings so true
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Is in the corner holding hands
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That played the keys
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That bored the kids and the adults alike
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But made the teenagers laugh
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At pure precociousness
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So take the bench, little girl
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And sing your little heart out
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Take note, the facts are right
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But she hasn't any feeling
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And we'll be appealing
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Upon request from her mom
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She takes a seat centre stage
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And starts to cry
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Take the bench, little girl
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And sing your little heart out
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Take the bench, little girl
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TAKE THE BENCH
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Sloan |