Piano Magic I Am The Teacher's Son
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I am the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
Never seen a sky so big
Like it's been saving up for years
Clouds from Russia press-ganged in
Until the dateline disappears
I have loved and lost like the river's lost and found
But i've never fought the tide and i've never f..cked
around
I'm the teacher's son
My favourite sound is churchbells
And my greatest love's the sea though I never learnt to
swim
Never trusted it with me
I wrote a novel in my twenties though it never left my
head
A thousand words a sitting 'til all the characters were
dead
I'm the teacher's son
My father was a poet though he never got the chance
'Cos his words looked like another's if you took them
at a glance
But he met a girl so pretty that he asked her to a
dance
And there his words they died liked flowers
There his words, they lost all power
i've been told I have his ways
i've been told I have his grace but he left me on my
birthday
And the only thing remains
I'm the teacher's son
