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When the solo is not that great But the groove is unmistakable You know where love lives It's not in a lawyer's brief case When the brush cuts into the canvas There is nothing but blood to spill You can't ask him to paint a jail cell Or children crying unless that's the point Don't ask a poet not to care Don't ask an artist to be afraid Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask except why children are hungry Don't ask except why does a soldier have to die When the words play music in your heart There is nothing left but to listen There is no greed or lust for gold Only the truth of God's commands Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask There is no argument There is no debate There is no wall There is no question
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
Don't Ask A Poet
When the solo is not that great But the groove is unmistakable You know where love lives It's not in a lawyer's brief case When the brush cuts into the canvas There is nothing but blood to spill You can't ask him to paint a jail cell Or children crying unless that's the point Don't ask a poet not to care Don't ask an artist to be afraid Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask except why children are hungry Don't ask except why does a soldier have to die When the words play music in your heart There is nothing left but to listen There is no greed or lust for gold Only the truth of God's commands Don't ask Don't ask Don't ask There is no argument There is no debate There is no wall There is no question
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mark-lecuona
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
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