| A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
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| The seeds of distrust it will sow
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| But unless you’ve made no mistakes in your life
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| Be careful of stones that you throw.
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| (SPOKEN)
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| A neighbor was passing my garden one time
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| She stopped and I knew right away
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| That it was gossip not flowers she had on her mind
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| And this is what I heard my neighbor say:
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| «That girl down the street should be run from our midst
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| She drinks and she talks quite a lot
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| She knows not to speak to my child or to me.»
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| My neighbor then smiled and I thought:
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| (SPOKEN)
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| A car speeded by and the screamin’of brakes
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| A sound that made my blood chill
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| For my neighbor’s one child had been pulled from the path
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| And saved by a girl lying still.
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| The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out:
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| «Oh! |
| who was that brave girl so sweet?»
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| I covered the crushed, broken body and said:
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| «The bad girl who lives down the street.» |