ALL THE POETS HAVE BEEN CURSED
ALL THE POETS HAVE BEEN CURSED
All the poets have been cursed
All our lives have been rehearsed
Now the children are all grown
Can we make it on our own
All our lives we have been slaves
Expect no more than an early grave
A voice cries out to be saved
But no one's listening anymore
Kiss my eyes dont watch me cry
Take my heart It's what you crave
The truth it hurts but a lies a lie
Now even my soul they're trying to buy
My eyes are open but the door is closed
But I will follow where the story goes
I gave my heart to an english rose
Someone told me thats the way it goes
All the poets have been cursed
All our lives have been rehearsed
Now the children are all grown
Can we make it on our own
All our lives we have been slaves
Expect no more than an early grave
A voice cries out to be saved
But no one's listening anymore
Kiss my eyes dont watch me cry
Take my heart It's what you crave
The truth it hurts but a lies a lie
Now even my soul they're trying to buy
My eyes are open but the door is closed
But I will follow where the story goes
I gave my heart to an english rose
Someone told me thats the way it goes
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