Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Yet a tear falls down
As they call her a name
It was just a word
But they gave it meaning
So she ran away
That makes twice this week
She wanted to die
That makes twice this month
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Yet this knife here
Was in his hand
As he took his life
There was no other way
So he got a knife
And kissed his sleeping sister
He held it to his throat
And he whisperered good-bye
Sticks and stones may break my bones
And words will always hurt me
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