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It doesn't take a genius to tell me what I am
Or lecture me with poetry
And tell me that I can
I don't remember what happened yesterday
But I don't give a d*mn about what all those people say.
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone.
It don't take no Houdini
To tell me what I am
Parasites and literasites
They'd burn me if they can
But I don't give a d*mn about what those people say
They pick you up and kick you out
They hurt you every day.
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone.
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself