I'm the piano player, down at Eddies' bar,
and Rachel she's the waitress who want to be a star.
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday,
and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A.
When it's time for closing I play while Rachel cleans.
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams.
She sewars she's gonna make it, she's going all the way,
and I say,
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