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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John K. Samson
Performer
Cristina Zacharias
Violin
Ed Reifel
Drums
Gilles Fournier
Double Bass
Robert Honstein
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John K. Samson
Songwriter
Robert Honstein
Arranger
Letra
So, I'm the first one in again,
With the quiet and the window growing snow,
When I hear the furnace rouse itself
From its slumber, somehow suddenly I know,
As my eye stops on one curled up in my lesson plan
That I'm just your little ampersand.
When your voice springs from the intercom
With announcements, and reminders, and a prayer,
I remember how you made me feel,
I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare,
But like the jokes about my figure
Kids think that I don't understand
I know I'm just your little ampersand
After christmas holiday
You never asked to drive me home again
Sometimes in the staff room I
Catch your eye with "why'd it have to end,"
But I know from how you worry at your wedding band
That I'm just your little ampersand
At the last conjunction after every other and
I was just your little ampersand
Writer(s): John K. Samson
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