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Lyrics: The Devil Makes Three. Beneath the Piano.

Well I've been going for a couple of years
And it seems that the answer, it is coming quite clear
Oh, I don't even know what I am doing here
But I can drive with my eyes closed and play by ear
And I can sleep beneath the piano
Just like that's my natural home
With all those keys I never feel alone
And I can sleep beneath the piano
Just like that's my natural home
With all those keys I never feel alone

I met a girl in a sleepy town down by the sea
She swore she didn't want nothing from me
Now if you ever hear that line, boy, don't you dare believe
Oh, there ain't nothing but you lose in that bitter recipe
When I left town she had those tears in her eyes
I ain't one for no emotional goodbye
So she swam into that bottle like a fish back to its home
Couple more drinks, she don't know she's alone
Yeah she swam into that bottle like a fish back to the sea
A couple more drinks, she forgot all about me

Met a lot of guys a lot tougher than me
It's like it ain't no kind of competition, indeed
They said: Hey boy, have you ever been stabbed before?
I said: Not yet-- I'm grabbing my hat and just heading for the door
I made my way down to that rich side of town
Where everybody's tossing big words around
But as soon as I turn my back to head downtown
I hear those whispers like rain just a' falling on down
Say he drinks like a fish, and he gonna fly like a stone
Boy is better off left alone
They say he drinks like a fish, and he gonna fly like a stone
Boy is better off left alone