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A lot of people come to me
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And talk at my face
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Try to tell me all that's wrong in my life
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They give me all of their opinions
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And their strongly held convictions
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And all of them sure that they're right
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I'll give the truth, the whole truth
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And nothing like the truth
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'Cos confession id good for the soul
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But bad for the neck
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Bad for the neck
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Everyone believes they've something to reveal
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And they're offering me their advice
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This can only help me get my life in line
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They never stop to ask themselves why
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I need some help, some guidance
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Some backing and belief
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But really all I need is a rest
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And if you really want to help me
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Just stay out of my way
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I need some time to reflect
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Just leave me alone
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I'm not bulletproof
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I'm not bulletproof
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I'm not...
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Now I don't take too kindly to your helpful hints
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No matter how heartfelt they're meant
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'Cos it usually means I've got some business of my own
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That you want to get your nose in
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Now that's a fact, you react
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Anyway you like
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And it don't make no difference to me
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'Cos I've met your kind in every walk of life
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And I want you to let me be
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Let me be
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B.u double l e.t.p.r. double o f
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I'm not
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B.u double l e.t.p.r. double o f
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So for all you instructors, you advisors
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And tormentors I'd like to give a little bit back
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See the only way I'll learn is to make my own mistakes
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And that's an undeniable fact
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I've got to fall and tumble
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Bomb and then collapse
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If ever I'm going to get it right
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And you must stand and watch me
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And never interfere
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You got to let me live my own life
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| Stiff Little Fingers |
