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[feat. Mr. Lif] I remember being too dumb to spell it But old enough to know That when his fingers touched the keys It lit something up in his soul But at four years old It's hard to notice the power But I sat under that piano for hours. Learnin' the sound of it You heard an old mans noise I heard every tear that he wept And every crack in his voice. Heard every fear that he kept And every passion and joy As he scrambled across the keys And I played with my toys I saw the power that projected from that living room That man lost his family and everything he ever knew He played that piano like It saved him from the hell he flew Runnin away from the pain that awaited From bein' raised a Jew. Some people paint with their music Stimulate your senses SongtexteEnabling you to view it But, those dogs raise And train to take a tune with me Everywhere I go Makin my home where the music speaks. (You swear you've heard it before,) (As it slowly rambles on and on,) (No need in bringin' em back,) (Cause' their never really gone...) I can still hear the music His old box used to play And I am what I am because of you And they can't take that away... I can still hear the music His old box used to play And the man that I am cause of you And they can't take that away... (Just an old fashioned love song...) Saturday morning Wakin up yawnin' Smellin' moms cookin And I can't stop lookin' At the TV Picture double feature. Thugs in reverses Ro Dan and Kane Vetra I gotta watch. Aus Songtexte Mania