| 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 |