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[mermaidguitar]

The poets of the world
Are watching the evening news
They're sitting
with their pen in their hand
Can't think of a thing to do
Cause it's too easy for someone to say
Burn the books
There's nothing in them worth saying
Burn the books
What have words done anyway

A twelve-year-old boy
sits behind a desk
In a classroom
His classmates are making lots of noise
And it's been a long day
He hears his teacher say something
And he hears himself say
Burn the books
There's nothing in them worth saying
Burn the books
What have words done anyway

What can a lover do when all the other does is lie
And the taps of sentimental thought have run dry
So he scrawls his dear john
Says when you find your library
of good intention
I'll be gone
But when you do
If I were you
I'd just
Burn the books
There's nothing in them worth saying
Burn the books
What have words done anyway

Cause we can say we'll do anything
Then we'll do what we're told
We'll talk and talk about change
We'll just bluff till we fold
And hope that someone will do something
Burn the books
There's nothing in them worth saying
Burn the books
What have words done anyway