The Poets Dead

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It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
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You'd finally realize what I hide inside
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A soul that has hurt and cried through cheats and lies
                      F#      G                  D
I'm sorry dear, but that's behind these longing eyes

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Given how much time you spend equating your own head
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You really shoulda known by now what it takes to love
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For you I will bite my tongue and hold you if you need someone
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The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

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The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
                       F#                      D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead

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Darling let's take the time to evolve past
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These nervous laughs, be comfortable through our silences
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Like a scientist with his experiments
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Just waiting on reactions on reactions
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Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
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Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
                     F#      G                                 D
I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
                 F#       G                  G
The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

                       F#                      G
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
                       F#                      A
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
                       G                       D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
              F#       G
The poetry is in your head. It's in your...

D                        F#          G            F#        D
It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
              F# G           F#     D
You'd finally realize what I hide inside
                      F#     G                       F#        D
I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
                 F#       G                  G
The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

                       F#                      G
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
                       F#                      A
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
                       G                       D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
              F#       G                  D
The poetry is in your head. It's in your head
              G        F#                      D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
              G        F#                      D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
              G        F#                      D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
              G        F#                      D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead

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