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I'm out here in Boston playing the piano Half past five outside all on my own No job not a clue, scared of getting old How do I get home I want to know What's the use of growing old alone I'm out here in Boston playing the piano Le want to know Wt the perfect girl get away last night I guess my fate's just sealed in black and white How do I get home Ihat's the use of growing old alone I don't know How much music is left in this soul But I got my piano My piano My piano All the people watching time is going so slow I just want to fly can't live a life with any more lies Is it my time to go So I'm crying and sighing At my piano My piano My piano My piano