(Aaron Tippin/Michael P. Heeney)
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Girl, I've got scars and I've seen stars
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From men nearly twice my size
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Yeah, life's sticks and stones have broke a few bones
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But I've always survived
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So when I take a look at all I've took
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It don't seem right to me
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How a little bitty woman with just a few words
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Come bring me to my knees
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Sticks and stones wouldn't hurt a bit
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Compared to the cold, cruel words that just leave your lips
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I'd rather you pick up a rock, a stick full of thorns
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Rear back and let 'em fly
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'Cause those sticks wouldn't cut, stones hurt as much
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As the sound of your goodbye
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Yeah, I know I'm the reason you're leavin'
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I'm to blame sure enough
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It's like you say there ain't a woman made
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That can live without true love
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So if it's too late to set things straight
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And there's no forgivin' me
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Then don't say nothin,' just pick you up somethin'
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That'll end this misery.
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Sticks and stones wouldn't hurt a bit
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Compared to the cold, cruel words that just leave your lips
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I'd rather you pick up a rock, a stick full of thorns
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Rear back and let 'em fly
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'Cause those sticks wouldn't cut, stones hurt as much
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As the sound of your goodbye
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The Sound Of Your Goodbye
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| Aaron Tippin |
