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If you're trying to get in his head |
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Then you're just wasting your breath |
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Cause he might as well be dead |
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There just ain't no getting through |
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If that's what you're trying to do |
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And for those who don't know him yet |
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He don't care if you ever do |
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He is faithful to himself |
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And it can't hurt to hear the truth |
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He just ain't concerned with you |
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They were mean, said they were silly dreams |
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So he had to leave, no time to grieve |
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And if you set out and find |
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Something better than what he left behind |
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Something you know is worth |
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All of this pain and hurt |
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He gets down on his own self |
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More than anybody else can |
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And it's easy to understand |
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But can't hurt to hear the truth |
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And he just ain't concerned with you |
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Cause spirits have their own minds |
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They can't be confined to fit between the lines |
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Spirits have their own minds |
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They can't be confined, they draw their own lies |
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It's alright tell them how it is |
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Even though it don't make you popular |
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Sometimes you gotta be a dick |
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You don't have to roll over |
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So for those who don't know him yet |
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He don't care when you ever do |
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He is faithful to himself |
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And it can hurt to hear the truth |
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He just ain't concerned with you |
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They were mean, said they were silly dreams |
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So he had to leave, no time to grieve |
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And if you set out and find |
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Something better than what he left behind |
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Something you know is worth |
|
All of this pain and hurt |
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Spirits have their own minds |
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They can't be confined, they draw their own lines |
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It's alright tell them how it is |
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Even though don't make you popular |
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Sometimes you gotta be a dick |
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You don't have to roll over |