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Don't tell me that this boy was a fool
He didn't live like the others, that's all
And for some strange reason
People who aren't like us Bother us
Don't tell me that this boy was worthless
He had chosen another path
And for some strange reason
People who arn't like us Bother us
Bother us...
He played the piano standing up
Maybe just a small detail for you
But for me, that said a lot
It said he had been free, Happy to be there despite everything
He played the piano standing up
While the cowards were cowering
And the soldiers guarded you
Simply on his own two feet, he wanted to be himself you see
If it wasn't just for the music, he'd been a patriot
He was killed on the field of honor for the few notes
And for some strange reason, people who are true to their dreams,
Bother us
He and his piano, they cried sometimes
Only when nobody else was around
And for some strange reason,
His image is etched in...
My memory, my memory...
He played the piano standing up
Maybe a small detail for you
But for me, it said a lot
It said that he had been free, happy to be there despite everything
He played the piano standing up
He sang silly rhymes
And for me that said a lot
It said that he tried to live, tried to be happy. That's what made it all worthwhile.
He played the piano standing up
Maybe a small detail for you
But for me, it said a lot
It said that he had been free, happy to be there despite everything
He played the piano standing up
While the cowards were cowering
And the soldiers were guarding you
Simply on his own two feet, he wanted to be himself you see
- Merci!