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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calum Scott
Calum Scott
Vocals
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Piano
Ciara Ismail
Ciara Ismail
Violin
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Violin
Ruth Elder
Ruth Elder
Violin
Kotono Sato
Kotono Sato
Violin
Honor Watson
Honor Watson
Violin
Emma Fry
Emma Fry
Violin
Nicola Hicks
Nicola Hicks
Viola
Natalia Senior Brown
Natalia Senior Brown
Viola
Alexandra Marshall
Alexandra Marshall
Cello
Richard Phillips
Richard Phillips
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Michael
George Michael
Composer
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Arranger
Ciara Ismail
Ciara Ismail
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Producer
Charlie Thomas
Charlie Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Matt Jaggar
Matt Jaggar
Recording Engineer
George Chung
George Chung
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I've had enough of danger And people on the streets I'm lookin' out for angels Just tryin' to find some peace Now I think it's time That you let me know So if you love me, say you love me But if you don't, just let me go 'Cause teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn And the last one I had made me cry So I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye When you were just a stranger And I was at your feet I didn't feel the danger Now I feel the heat That look in your eyes Is telling me, "No" So you think that you love me, know that you need me I wrote the song, I know it's wrong, just let me go And teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn Oh, the last one I had made me cry So I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye So when you say that you need me, that you'll never leave me I know you're wrong, you're not that strong, let me go And teacher, there are things that I still have to learn But the one thing I have is my pride So I don't wanna learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Who just isn't willing to try I'm so cold inside Baby, just one more try
Writer(s): George Michael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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