| People around here think they have it all worked out
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| And they don’t know how to talk to me so all they do is shout
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| If I wanted to be preached at I could go back to church
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| But I’m older than i use to be and I’ve ended that search
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| No one can tell me who to be
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| I’ve got ears to hear
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| And eyes to see
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| That no one has got that right
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| And I won’t be the first to run away
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| If day turn to night
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| There’s too many buildings, too many doors
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| Too many bits of paper and too many laws
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| I won’t be converted, I’m not going to come inside
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| You tell me you know the truth
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| You tell me you know the truth
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| When you tell me you know the truth
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| I know you lie, you lie
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| No one can tell me who to be
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| I’ve got ears to hear
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| And eyes to see
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| That no one has got that right
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| And I won’t be the first to run away
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| If day turn to night
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| People around here think they have it all worked out
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| And they don’t know how to talk to me so all they do is shout
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| If I wanted to be preached at I could go back to church
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| But I’m older than I use to be and I’ve ended that search
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| No one can tell me who to be
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| I’ve got ears to hear
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| And eyes to see
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| That no one has got that right
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| And I won’t be the first to run away
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| If day turn to night
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| Don’t tell me you know the truth
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| Don’t tell me you know the truth
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| When you tell me you know the truth
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| I know you that lie, you lie |