Intro E G#7 C#m E
Verso 1:E
If you're trying to get in his head
Then you're just wasting your breath
G#7
'Cause he might as well be dead
C#m
There just ain't no getting through
E
If that's what you're trying to do
Verso 2:E
And to those who don't know him yet
He don't care if you ever do
G#7
He is faithful to himself
C#m
And it can hurt to hear the truth
E
But he just ain't concerned with you
C#m E
They were mean, said they were silly dreams
C#m
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
Had to set out and find
E
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
C#m E
All of his pain and hurt
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Verso 3:E
He gets down on his own self
More than anybody else can
G#7
And it's easy to understand
C#m
But it can hurt to hear the truth
E
But he just ain't concerned with you
C#m E
'Cause spirits have their own minds
C#m
They can't be confined to fit between the lines
E
Spirits have their own minds
C#m
They can't be confined, they draw their own lies
Ponte: A E
It's alright tell 'em how it is
C# E
Even though it don't make you popular
A E
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
C# E
You don't have to roll over
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Verso 4:E
So to those who don't know him yet
E
He don't care if you ever do
G#7
He is faithful to himself
C#m
And it can hurt to hear the truth
E
But he just ain't concerned with you
C#m E
They were mean, said they were silly dreams
C#m
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
Had to set out and find
E
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
C#m
All of his pain and hurt
C#m E
spirits have their own minds
C#m
They can't be confined, they draw their own lines
Ponte:
A E
It's alright tell 'em how it is
C# E
Even though it don't make you popular
A E
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
C# E
You don't have to roll over