The Tragically Hip – Poets (Guitar)

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Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'

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When the birds can be heard above the reckonin' carts doin' some final accountin'

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Lava flowin' in Superfarmer's direction

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He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section, yeah

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Don't tell me what the poets are doin'

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Don't tell me that they're talking tough

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Don't tell me that they're anti-social

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Somehow not anti-social enough, all right

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And porn speaks to its splintered legions

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To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions (Yeah)

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While aimin' at the archetypal father

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He said with such broad and tentative swipes, "Why do you even bother?" (Yeah)

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Don't tell me what the poets are doin'

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Those Himalayas of the mind

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Don't tell me what the poets been doin'

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In the long grasses over time

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Don't tell me what the poets are doin'

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On the street and the epitome of vague

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Don't tell me how the universe is altered

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When you find out how he gets paid, all right

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If there's nothing more that ya need now

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The lawn cut by bare-breasted women

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Beach bleached towels within reach for the women

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Got to make it, that'll make it by swimmin'