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"People talk about breaking off Can't let us be Sticks and stones may break my bones But talk don't bother me People talk about breaking off Scatter up my name Sticks and stones may break my bones But"

"Garbage fires, worn out tires Dull jackknives, broken lives Starts and stops, at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish Thoughts of war, behind a motel door Strangers touch, on a broken crutch"

"Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With them rusted engine blocks A ghost town with a gold mine A pick axe in my head I'm beggin', mama, please move over Kick them stones"

"Sticks and stones may break my bonesBut you gotta take my rock and rollSticks and stones may break my bonesBut you gotta take my rock and rollTune my mind to the station radioMy baby told me he ain't comin'"

"You can take the house and everything in it Keep the diamond ring cause thats how I meant it Sticks and stones are all they ever were to me This material life with all it's value Don't mean a thing to"

"In the beginning, I was counting the stones on the seashore, Looking for the precious ones. Among the stones, I found many pretty things While the sea rolled on beside me all the time. Time moved on. I"

"I liked you You showed me These calls must continue Time is collapsing in my head I built all the walls you can come in You were the one that called me last I highly doubt this thing will last Sticks"

"<1. Fed By Stones God is dead That's what they said You got no soul, and good is bad Don't waste your time There's no sublime, no higher law That you can find There's a river of pain I'm taking all over again Just as long I don't turn into their grey shadowy Being I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need The gullible mind The daily grind Takes its toll, and fools the blind The bourgeois-creed: Believe what you see, rules all heads Takes casualities In my life I was always a drifted fellow, undone That was never enough to leave me stuck in there wrong I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need Silent green works overtime to begin Giving starting shots so that we won't give in In the air's a hopeful sound waiting Needing all we got, wishing we don't give in It's an army of hypocrites strangling Entities of freedom keenly building All we are If we are what we are meant to be Have you got what we got? Got some guts to break free? Have you heard about the word that all living Speak I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need ... God is dead ... "

"Sticks n' Stones Break your bones, with sticks and stones. Sometimes words, also hurt. N' I remember every word you said, n' how I never thought that it would end. I can't believe you made me feel the"

"People talkin' Tryin' to break us up Why don't they let us be? Sticks and stones might break my bones But talk don't bother me People talkin' Tryin' to break us up I know I love you so I don't care what"