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