Let me read and let me be
Let me grow into a tree
I'm so sick of being seiged
They bury me I can't grow my leaves
They said go get a job
Or lose some weight
Or maybe you just need to wait
But maybe that's not for me
La da da da da yeah
Maybe that's not for me
La da da da da yeah
Maybe that's not for me
Let me pack my bags and go
Get money from show to show
Drill and blasting on the road
Well i'll be on my way home
Drill and blasting on the road
Well i'll be on my way home
They said you're just the girl with the guitar
Poor kid you ain't goin' far
But just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
Just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
Just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
But just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
Just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
Just let me be me
La da da da da yeah
I don't know what I'll be
One day I'll build a house next to the sea
Maybe a mother of three
Maybe dogs on my mid-fourty
One day I'll build a house next to the sea
Maybe a mother of three
Maybe dogs on my mid-fourty
As long as i'll be me
La da da da da yeah
As long as i'll be me
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