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People round here they think they've got it all worked outThey don't know how to talk to me so all they do is shoutIf i wanted to be preached at I could go back to churchBut I'm older than I used to be and I've ended that searchNo one can tell me who to be,I've got ears to hearAnd eyes to seeThat no one has got that right,And I won't be the first to run awayIf day turns to nightThere's too many buildings, too many doors, Too many bits of paper and too many laws, I won't be converted, I'm not goin to come insideYou tell me you know the truth, when you tell me you know the truthI know you lie From Letras Mania