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They're coming out of the walls, they're up through the streets
They're wracked by some invisible beat
And right outside of your door, the very stones alive
are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes

Put Baudelaire away
And outside and play

Me and all my friends are poets of the
We're exactly what this needs
We scratch until drunk, we drink until we bleed
We are what we

Pentameter in attack, pulse in the veins
verse powered of the street light mains
An Iliad out without a shadow of doubt
Between the end of the club, yeah, and the sun out

Kerouac at his desk
We have in our risks

Me and all my friends are poets of the
We're exactly this country needs
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink we bleed
And here's we believe

Before we get bored, be inspired
Let's ignore the applause and set the on fire
Fight every war the drunks in the choir
Put our art our mouths are poetry of the deed

Enough words and technical theses
Let's grab by the throat and live it to pieces
We can choose, we can and if we don't
We're just afraid of life like we're loved
And in love and alive to all the things we be
If we just that life

Life is too short to live poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and it to me
Life is too short to live without
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and it to me

is too short to live without poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and it to me
Life is too short to without poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now on and show it to me

Life is too short to live poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and it to me
Life is too short to live poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and it to me

Life is too to just sing the one song
So burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone