down on an iron frame and found myself in Bedlam Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars Wailing echoes down the corridors The player piano
ouml;kkäykseen, isiensä uskon puolesta se taistelee. Kun valo katoaa he esiin marssivat ja miekat rautaiset pian ilmassa tanssivat. Ei henkiin
toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram Good concience: No no no! Jeff simmons: Man! this stuff is great! it's just as if donovan himself had
she couldn't stand the pain my prison life would ruin her name Guess that's why my babe has gone I'm a man I'm a man without a home [ guitar - piano ]
, that don't matter now I stay so worried I don't know what to do No one to love me Or tell my trouble to Play that thing, Mr. Piano man Play it 'til
pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And Iron Chef
to fly Too young to die [Instrumental (Piano)] You say a man can't love a material thing With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul But they never heard
I lay down on an iron frame Found myself in bedlam Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars Wailing echoes down the corridors The player piano
Good Conscience: No, Jeff! Bad Conscience: Han toon ran toon ran toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram Good Conscience: No no no! Jeff: Man!
fly Too young to die [Instrumental (Piano)] You say a man can't love a material thing With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul But they never heard
