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Paroles de la chanson Tell It How It Is par The Growlers
If you’re trying to get in his head
Then 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
Then 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
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
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
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