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“For all our mutual experience Our separate conclusions are the same Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity Our reason coexists with our insanity But we choose between reality and madness It's either sadness or euphoria”

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Billy Joel - Turnstiles

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Billy Joel
Billy Joel

Billy Joel is an iconic American pianist, singer, and songwriter, born on May 9, 1949. His musical style blends elements of pop, rock, and jazz, and he has been highly regarded in the music industry since the 1970s. Joel is known for his unique piano playing skills and heartfelt lyrics, with hits like 'Piano Man', 'Uptown Girl', and 'Just the Way You Are'. more

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