| 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 then to see that they’re making it hard for me 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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| Dont' surrender don’t you change
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| Sticks and stones
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| Hurt just a little
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| They 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 then to see that they’re making it hard for me 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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| Dont' 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 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 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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| Dont' surrender don’t you change
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| Sticks and stones
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| Hurt just a little
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| They hurt just a little |