[Intro] E  G#7  C#m  E

[First Part]

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

[segunda Parte]

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

[Chorus]

          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

( E  G#7  C#m  E )

[Terceira Parte]

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

[Chorus]

       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
 
[Bridge]

     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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[Quarta Parte]

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

[Chorus]

          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
                      
[Bridge]

     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