TERRITORY OF POETS ¨Ï ELEANOR MCEVOY
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He's tired of getting up
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Tired of life
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Tired of working at the same old job
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And tired of his wife.
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Overcome with a desire
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To come of age
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Better step aside for Johnny
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'Cause he's come to take the stage
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Take the stage
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He's in the territory of poets
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Movin' slow
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He's in the territory of moving
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But not knowing which way to go.
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He hides the ring that's on his finger
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Made of gold
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He's in the territory of poets
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And he's doing what he's told
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What he's told
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Johnny's looking 'round the bar
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For a dance
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Once he sets his eye on Sally
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She doesn't stand a chance
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Though the lines that he's rehearsed
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Pass her by
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When he asks her for a date
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She says, "Friday would be fine.
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How 'bout nine?"
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He's in the territory of poets
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Movin' slow
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He's in the territory of moving
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But not knowing which way to go.
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He hides the ring that's on his finger
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Made of gold
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He's in the territory of poets
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And he's doing what he's told
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What he's told
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Sally's putting on her dress
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Half past eight
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Johnny takes a little line of something
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Just to keep him straight
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Through her shadow and her blush
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She shines through
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She says her powder makes her feel much better
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He says his does too.
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His does too.
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He's in the territory of poets
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Movin' slow
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He's in the territory of moving
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But not knowing which way to go.
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He hides the ring that's on his finger
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Made of gold
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He's in the territory of poets
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And he's doing what he's told
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What he's told
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Territory Of Poets
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| Eleanor McEvoy |
