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• Artiste: Cribs (The)
• Titre: Shoot The Poets
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Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end, oh Speak all you want or just pretend Because you think she is a different class So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh It doesn't talk, it doesn't last But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby don't feel down I left my heart in the privacy of town, yeah You sold your soul for magic beans Don't believe all you read on computer screens These things they mean nothing to me Rimpton stain came off the track You go there once and you don't come back, oh Good that's what I say But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down To find yourself in the privacy of town But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby don't feel down I left my heart in the privacy of town, yeah But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down Oh, to find yourself in the privacy of town