James Yuill
Second-Hand Steinway
A sound follows meDown, down into the bellyOf the beast, quietly'Cause we have individual stylesBut we share a second-hand SteinwayAnd if someone playsAnd we're hearing the sameSound, it must be nearAnd you complain every timeBut it's something, something that we hearAnd you let me inI, I will be your masterful grip night and day'Cause we have unmistakable stylesBut we share a second-hand SteinwayRemember the old timesForget the sign wayAnd if someone playsAnd we're hearing the sameSound, it must be nearAnd you complain every timeBut it's something, something that we shareSecond-handLetras de cancionesSomeone playsAnd we hearing the sameSound, it must be nearI made the plays through door and hallwaysThe sound caught in my headAnd I heard you sayWhat is wrong, what is wrongBut today the sound didn't playDidn't play
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