| Shot down by your bullets
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| They shatter my faith and my bones
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| If you listen, the words, they hurt
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| They creep right under my skin, they cut so deep
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| Can’t you understand
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| I don’t want battles, battles, battles?
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| And if you lay them in my hand
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| I won’t fight battles, battles, battles
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| Oh, tell me why we work so hard to break these bones
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| Can we try to lay down
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| These sticks and stones?
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| Sticks and stones
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| We crash and fall together, so sad
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| We don’t remember why we are tearing us apart
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| But I can feel the cracks, the cracks in my heart, whoa
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| Can’t you understand
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| I don’t want battles, battles, battles?
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| And if you lay them in my hand
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| I won’t fight battles, battles, battles
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| Oh, tell me why we work so hard to break these bones
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| Can we try to lay down
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| These sticks and stones?
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| Sticks and stones
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| Why does it have to be so hard to surrender?
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| When we got nothing left, nothing left to lose, lose
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| Can’t you understand
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| I don’t want battles, battles, battles?
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| And if you lay them in my hand
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| I won’t fight battles, battles, battles
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| Oh, tell me why we work so hard to break these bones
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| Can we try to lay down
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| These sticks and stones?
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| Sticks and stones
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| Sticks and stones
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| Sticks and stones |