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When you walk into a room
It gets mighty quiet
You know they talkin' about you
But ya can't quite put your finger on it
I can hear them laughin' as soon as I step outside
But I won't Lord, I won't ever let em see me cry
The talk is mean and cruel
They say I sold my soul
They say I don't love you, baby
Now I got nowhere to go
But I don't pay it no mind, I just walk the line
And I won't Lord, I won't ever let em see me cry
They might shut the door in your face
Sayin' this is only a place
For the in-crowd and the cool
And that you're just another fool
Conditions are conditions
What remains is what's inside
Everything changes
The only thing you can count on is time
If you have a dream
Hold our head up high
And don't Lord don't ever let 'em see ya cry
Don't ever Lord don't ever let 'em see ya cry, baby
When they're throwing their sticks and stone, sticks and stones, all around you, ya
Oh Lord Don't ever let 'em see ya down, baby
You know and I know that what we got is the real thing, baby
Lord I won't never let 'em have the satisfaction of seeing me down on my knees, no Oh don't ever!