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I... I... keep looking at the man playing piano, and I
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believe it or not, recognize his face from some old sheet music.
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I know I can be one of the great writers of musical lyrics,
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not that I can write melodies, and I try,
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and then I hear the songs he writes,
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and then I realize: I'll never write a great lyric,
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and my talent really lies in drinking.
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Sure does.
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Yeah, but, he didn't write the music, did he?
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That's not possible...
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So... um... What kind of books do you write?
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I... I... I'm working on a... um...