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beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it the world just keeps on turning and warming up the globe nations of hate hotter than warheads hate ain't what they pay us for be a boss but don't be bossy, boxing in a corner lot everyones a leader leading no one supply and demand spinning pulsar-fast economies based on wars collapsing under peacetime without fires the lobbies smothered fighters beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it inflation cannot haul us up here at the bottom of the heap can't even afford the beep beep that tells us what's wrong in our hearts medical bills ticking higher numbers than volumes of get-well cards we're under attack our changing family pact beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it spoken word, short form bytes from sharpened canines written word, formatted to the dimensions of our icons glittering oh one around us in the haze our might in roaming-charged clouds of war you can burn the papers ban the books we weren't writing in your margins anyway our beat is undrummed, uncensored by you language we took, righteous and true and the ideas we kept to hurl out our aim would be true shout now aim for us, beat poets beat poet the times they are a changin'
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
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beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it the world just keeps on turning and warming up the globe nations of hate hotter than warheads hate ain't what they pay us for be a boss but don't be bossy, boxing in a corner lot everyones a leader leading no one supply and demand spinning pulsar-fast economies based on wars collapsing under peacetime without fires the lobbies smothered fighters beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it inflation cannot haul us up here at the bottom of the heap can't even afford the beep beep that tells us what's wrong in our hearts medical bills ticking higher numbers than volumes of get-well cards we're under attack our changing family pact beat poet the lines, the times they are a changin' entropy of empathy the anthem won't explain it spoken word, short form bytes from sharpened canines written word, formatted to the dimensions of our icons glittering oh one around us in the haze our might in roaming-charged clouds of war you can burn the papers ban the books we weren't writing in your margins anyway our beat is undrummed, uncensored by you language we took, righteous and true and the ideas we kept to hurl out our aim would be true shout now aim for us, beat poets beat poet the times they are a changin'
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
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