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Poetry of the Deed

アーティスト:Frank Turner  アルバム:Poetry of the Deed  作詞:TURNER FRANCIS EDWARD/TURNER FRANK  作曲:TURNER FRANCIS EDWARD/TURNER FRANK 

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They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets, They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat. Right outside of your door the very stones come alive. They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes. Put your Baudelaire away and come outside and play. Me and all my friends are poets of the deed, We're exactly what this country needs. We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed. We are what we believe. Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins, Free verse powered of the street light mains, An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt Between the end of the club and the sun coming out. Leave Kerouac at his desk, we have romance in our risks. And here's what we believe:


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