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Jack Mcmanus |
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Bang On The Piano |
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i wonder if you could be my therapy |
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it's kind of awkward but obvious |
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it's what i need |
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i'm not michelangelo painting a ceiling |
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but you're the last shade of red that i'll be missing |
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there's not a pill that i can't take |
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you're just a habit that i can't break oh |
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i'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come |
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i'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump |
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stumbling the words on the back of my tongue |
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but i won't stop till the feelings have gone |
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it's 'bout four in the morning still can't sleep |
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and that blanket wrapped around you wish that was me |
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but i'm just one more cynical dreamer |
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i never dream like this |
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i'm pulling out my hair |
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pretending i don't care |
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there's not a pill that i can't take |
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you're just a habit that i can't break, oh |
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i'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come |
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i'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump |
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stumbling the words on the back of my tongue |
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and i won't stop until the feelings have gone |
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i don't need to know where we're going |
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i'll just be the scream and let it out |
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i can feel the music flowing |
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i can't feel it, never felt like this |
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i'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come |
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i'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump |
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stumbling the words on the back of my tongue |
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and i won't stop until the feelings have gone |
