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They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets |
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They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat |
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And right outside of your door, the very stones come alive |
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They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes |
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Put your Baudelaire away |
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And come outside and play |
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Me and all my friends are poets of the deed |
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We're exactly what this country needs |
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We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed |
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We are what we believe |
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Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins |
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Free verse powered of the street light mains |
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An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt |
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Between the end of the club, yeah, and the sun coming out |
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Leave Kerouac at his desk |
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We have romance in our risks |
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Me and all my friends are poets of the deed |
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We're exactly what this country needs |
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We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed |
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And here's what we believe |
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Before we get bored, let's be inspired |
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Let's ignore the applause and set the theater on fire |
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Fight every war like the drunks in the choir |
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Put our art where our mouths are poetry of the deed |
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Enough with words and technical theses |
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Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces |
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We can choose, we can change and if we don't |
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We're just afraid of living life like we're loved |
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And in love and alive to all the things we could be |
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If we just believed that life |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too short to live without poetry |
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If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me |
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Life is too long to just sing the one song |
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So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone |
