Sticks And Stones

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Verse 1:
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Men were made to talk, babies born to cry 
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Tears'll make 'em taller, fear of God gets in their eyes 
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Sticks and   stones may break my bones 
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But words will cut me down to size 


 
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Well I used to stand much taller, but I've learned to know my place 
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Used to scream and holler, now I quietly say grace 
       D  E    A 
With a smilin' face 


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Verse 2:
 
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This old house   acts mighty tired 
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Groans when I get up and it sighs when I retire 
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Sticks and   stones may crack windows 
    D          E       A     D    A 
But words will start a fire 



       D                            A 
So long, see ya ceiling; catch you later, kitchen floor 
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  C'est la vie, old TV that I watched when I was bored 
D    E      A 
Back screen door 


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Verse 3:
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This plot of land may look alone 
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Once there stood a body, all that's left is skin and bone 
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Sticks and   stones may shelter some 
    D          E       A 
But words will make it home