They say be thin
They say be thick
They say drink this
They say do this
They say color your hair
They say eat this
They say how to live
But they never say be real
They never say be you
They never say be true
They say what to drive
They say what to wear
They say how to talk
But they never say be smart
They never say be happy
They never say just do you
They say let it go
They never say work on yourself
But who are they the people around you
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