Faithful Son Lyrics - Poetry Of The Deed - Frank Turner

Meet me on the edges of this city 

Meet me where the underground runs out 

Bring a picnic blanket and your pity 

A pen and paper, so I can write things down 

Mother, oh dear mother, I wasn't joking when I said 

That I plan to keep doing this until the day I'm dead 

And I'm not a mirror for you when you were young 

But I still remain your faithful only son 

Lately, I've been feeling kind of fragile 

Lately, I've been feeling all worn out 

What would any of us do if all the dreams we had came true? 

What would there be left to dream about? 

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Father, oh dear father, I'm not trying to reject 

The values that you held like winning cards up to your chest 

And I can't just do the things you wished you'd done 

Though I still remain your faithful only son 

The city seems so still 

Looking down from Highgate Hill 

There's nothing left for us to say 

You taught me everything that I know 

You wouldn't miss me if I stay 

You'd never see me if I go 

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This is no confession now, yeah, this is who I am 

You made me in your image so you have to understand 

That I did my best as told and so have become 

Your loving and your faithful only son