Couldn't you tell lies to me?
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Couldn't you say I'm pretty?
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Now that's enough
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Tells me that she hates the play ground
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How can they hurt, words are just sounds
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So take your shot.
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I don't want to see that they're making it hard for me
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At home I cry
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Bet that you think that you're on your own
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And you've no one's hand to hold
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same?
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Don't surrender don't you change
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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With all the mean words they're ugly
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Starting to see I'm lucky
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And that's enough
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I'd rather be alone in my world
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I'd rather be the girl that gets hurt
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So take your shot
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I don't want to see that they're making it hard for me
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At home I cry
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Bet that you think that you're on your own
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And you've no one's hand to hold
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same
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Don't surrender don't you change
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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Too young to buy my own bottle of vodka
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So I'd beg the driver please I need another
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How funny that I was too young for so many things
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Yet you thought I'd cope with being told I'm ugly
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Over and over I'd read it believe it
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Said no to the shrink I can fix me I think
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I got friends in my head they've got me on the mend
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I am pretty in my mirror, easy to pretend
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17 and thought that I'd won the jackpot
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Seems I didn't read between the lines of this one
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I can't think why I could of made you so, so angry
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Your bullets I don't feel them come on and fire at me
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Bet that you think that you're on your own
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And you've no one's hand to hold
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same
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Don't surrender don't you change
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Sticks and stones
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Hurt just a little
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Hurt just a little
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Sticks + Stones
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| Nicola Roberts |
