| The one who cast that first little stone some day’ll have to pass right through
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| me
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| I trust that all the good little girls know a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta
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| do
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| When ya growin' up on this earth ya got some problems to solve and your buddies
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| will too
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| But you got to keep that third eye open, the one that’s in the back of your head
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| 'Cause when they sneak up on ya, and they stare into its gaze
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| Watch it when they light that fuse, 'cause those fireworks might blow up in
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| your face
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| And that might hurt a little bit more than some sticks and stones
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| Sticks and stones might break my bones but your words’ll never hurt me
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| The one who cast that first little stone some day’ll have to pass right through
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| me
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| I trust my instincts but I do not trust my superior’s orders
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| If we never question our leaders sticks and stones might stab us in the back
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| You know they say welcome to the universe?
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| Well I’ll see you at the top baby!
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| 'Cause that’s where I wanna see you, way up at the top, all right
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| Sticks and stones might break my bones but your words’ll never hurt me
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| The one who cast that first little stone some day’ll have to pass right through
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| me
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| I trust that all the good little girls know a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta
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| do
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| Your sticks and stones might break my bones but anything you say can be held
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| against you…
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| Haha! |
| Oh yeah that’s right, you know what I’m talking about |