You would have kept those words on your tongue
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If you had known the hurt they had done
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While your fists stayed right
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Right by your side
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Your words, they bruise me deep inside
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I'd rather have sticks and stones
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And broken bones
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Then the words you say to me
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Cause I know bruises heal
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And cuts will seal
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But your words beat the life out of me
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Sometimes your words are thick as lead
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You swing them strong upside my head
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What hasn't killed has made me strong
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So I'll take my scars and move along
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I'd rather have sticks and stones
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And broken bones
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Then the words you say to me
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Cause I know bruises heal
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And cuts will seal
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But your words beat the life out of me
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Goodbye is the best way that I know
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To forgive and still be letting go
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I'd rather have sticks and stones
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And broken bones
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Then the words you say to me
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Cause I know bruises heal
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And cuts will seal
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But your words beat the life out of me
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Sticks And Stones
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| Dave Barnes |
