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