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Started mailroom, moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] it with me I wrote a novel in my twenties though it never left my head -aA 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