He gets he information from overhearing conversations.
He doesn't ask questions,
doesn't learn many lessons.
And he keeps his mouth shut,
till he bowls over, and he blows up
And then he can't form his words right,
they don't fit together so tight
And I hope to God that he will find his name
and not listen to his "so-called" friends
when they so boldly say:
This is the way, that you are
Don't let them say
This is the way, that you are
She doesn't have much to say about yesterday
or what happened to her, when she was eight
So she drinks a lot, and it her makes feel okay
For the moment, but it's gone when she wakes
But i hope you know that somewhere out there loves you
So don't give yourself away,
and don't listen to them when they say:
This is the way, that you are
Don't let them say
This is the way, that you are
No!
This is the way, that you are.
Don't let them say
This is the way, that you are.
Don't let them say
This is the way,
This is the way,
This is the way that you are.
Don't let them say,
This is the way,
This is the way that you are.
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