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Madeleine Peyroux - Don't Pick a Fight with a Poet |
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When you're walking on the street, |
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And the people that you meet, |
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Make you want to start a big fight, |
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'Cause they talk as if they're so right. |
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There is one thing to remember, |
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In case you haven't heard: |
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You can kill a mighty emperor, |
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But you cannot smite a word. |
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So, don't pick a fight with a poet. |
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Don't raise your hand on a whim. |
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Whether it's wrong or it's right, |
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There's a lesson in life, |
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And to learn it, you have to give in, |
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Cause the poet knows you can't win. |
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When you're twitching at the bar, |
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No one knows who you are, |
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And you want to prove them all wrong, |
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You think you are so strong. |
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You can try to make them listen. |
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You can try to be the boss, |
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But the storyteller is the one |
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Who calls the toss. |
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So, don't pick a fight with a poet. |
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Don't raise your hand on a whim. |
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Whether it is wrong or it's right, |
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Whether it's wrong or it's right |
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There'll be a lesson tonight, |
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And to learn it you'll have to give in, |
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'Cause a poet knows you can't win. |
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Over there in the corner with a Cheshire grin |
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Making rhyme out of broken hearts |
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Cryin' the hymn. |
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And two tokes from a good time, |
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A toast away from fist flying, |
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Congregating the world |
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With a paper and pen. |
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Don't pick a fight with a poet. |
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Don't raise your hand on a whim. |
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Whether it's wrong or right, |
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There's a lesson in life, |
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And to learn it, you'll have to give in, |
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Cause a poet knows, you can't win. |