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88
by Jared Feinman
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I'm out here in Boston playing the piano
Half past five outside all on my own
No job not a clue, scared of getting old
How do I get home
I want to know
What's the use of growing old alone
I'm out here in Boston playing the piano
Le want to know
Wt the perfect girl get away last night
I guess my fate's just sealed in black and white
How do I get home
Ihat's the use of growing old alone
I don't know
How much music is left in this soul
But I got my piano
My piano
My piano
All the people watching time is going so slow
I just want to fly can't live a life with any more lies
Is it my time to go
So I'm crying and sighing
At my piano
My piano
My piano
My piano
I'm out here in Boston playing the piano
Half past five outside all on my own
No job not a clue, scared of getting old
How do I get home
I want to know
What's the use of growing old alone
I'm out here in Boston playing the piano
Le want to know
Wt the perfect girl get away last night
I guess my fate's just sealed in black and white
How do I get home
Ihat's the use of growing old alone
I don't know
How much music is left in this soul
But I got my piano
My piano
My piano
All the people watching time is going so slow
I just want to fly can't live a life with any more lies
Is it my time to go
So I'm crying and sighing
At my piano
My piano
My piano
My piano
