May 2, 2012
For many years the music had to roam Until we found a way to find a home. So now I wake up every day and see her standing there. Just waiting for a partner to compose And I wish my mother still could hear That sound beyond compare I'll play her song till everybody knows. That something secondhand and broken still can make a pretty sound Don't we all deserve a family room to live Oh. the words can't stay unspoken until everyone has found That Secondhand White Baby Grand that still has something beautiful to give. I still have something beautiful to give.
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