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The Growlers

Tell It How It Is

 

Tell It How It Is

(Album: Gilded Pleasures - 2013)


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
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

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