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Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45 ... Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45 ... Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

Don't tell me what the poets are doing Don't tell me that ... Don't tell me what the poets are doing Those Himalayas of ... Don't tell me what the poets are doing On the street and

knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for ... knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for ... knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for

shines, Yours, until the poets run out of rhyme In other ... Baby, I'm yours (Til the poets run out of rhymes

the unknown Sending all the poets to the stars Daring to see ... the unknown Sending all the poets to the stars Daring to see ... the unknown Sending all the poets to the stars Daring to see

a way, To say it like them poets say, Sing a sweet and simple ... a way, To say it like them poets say, Sing a sweet and simple ... a way, To say it like them poets say, Sing a sweet and simple

Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down ... Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down

and angry Are there no poets in politics again See the ... your surrender Are there no poets in politics again No, I

I could sing like the poets and kings of this world If I ... If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world If I

Never know what starving poets meant Cause when I was broke ... Never know what starving poets meant Cause when I was broke

ines Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other ... I'm yours [FADE] Till the poets run out of

The bittersweet song Of a poets lament; That even his best

to climb Why must the poets write tomorrow's too late

and not enough wine Too many poets and not enough rhyme Too

dirty clothes, misunderstood poets prose Dreaming with open ... dirty clothes, misunderstood poets prose Dreaming with open

t help you now So now your poets Have all put down their pens

the sky I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies I'm the ... the sky I'm the hill: where poets walk and Tara lies I'm the

It takes prophets, poets, sages to decipher everything

in the deepest night For poets searching for the sign But

BATTLE READY poets gonna take control BATTLE ... I'M AFTER! BATTLE READY poets gonna take control BATTLE ... CHILD! BATTLE READY poets gonna take control BATTLE

live on in mortal minds and poets pens We'll ride again I ... live on in mortal minds and poets pens We'll ride

In my world Love is for poets Never the famous balcony

take out with a poet For poets travel rocky roads In search

I say, the greatest poets of our day Shaggy 2 Dope and

your words And as for you poets and bards Syncophants to

ain't up to me ask why The poets are demanding their pay They

t erase the walls around a poets dream Shiny broken

joy Looking at you I hear poets tellin' of Lovely Helen of

last world war ‘Cos modern poets can’t remember any more

and love and hope And the poets are just kids who didn't make

a chaos tale Singers see and poets wail All the world kows the

children. So where are the poets? They're all at their slams,

on a cinderblock. Matchbook poets, you know we leave paper

perfume I love you Till the poets run out of rhymes Until the

a dream that the words the poets Have been writing are real

of the cloth, painters and poets Starting a revolution

lose their wings And makes poets lose their wonder But I have

lose their wings and makes poets lose their wonder but I have

hel" Forlorn I was as poets should be I am as chosen as

In the wind are names of poets past Some were friends of

the poets in their graves who say we

s wit Never be taken in by poets Who claim that love if it's

the magic song, that ancient poets sing It's sweet as morning

ain't nothing else All the poets here are liars When you're

in war Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And

the saviour I've read the poets and the analysts Searched

the saviour I've read the poets and the analysts Searched

Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love In their

be painters, we’d like to be poets, we’d like to be writers, but

Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their