| It’s a way of mine to say just what I’m thinking
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| And to do the things I really want to do
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| And you want to change the part of me I’m proud of
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| So I can’t be myself when I’m with you
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| Oh you never liked the clothes I wear on Sunday
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| Just because I don’t believe the way you do
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| But I believe the Lord knows I’m unhappy
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| Cause I can’t be myself when I’m with you
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| I can’t be myself and be what pleases you
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| And down deep inside
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| I don’t believe that you want me to
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| And it’s not my way to take so long deciding
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| That I can’t be myself when I’m with you |