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Jim Brickman -- Simple Things: Piano/Vocal/Chords

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Jim Brickman
Jim Brickman

Jim Brickman, born on November 20, 1961, is a renowned American songwriter. His music spans a variety of styles and has won the hearts of many listeners. Brickman's musical career began with piano performance, which later led him to songwriting, where he has penned hit songs for numerous famous singers. more

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