I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You're better off in bed
You'd better give up hoping No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda
You don't need much to speak of Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't want that kind of fame I didn't mean to lose direction
(Take your hands off my land) Credit me with some intelligence
(if not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
And even though I got it all now
(in five varieties) My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have been I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
For dreams to disappearYou waiting under streetlights.
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