Sticks 'N' Stones

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When there's no one left to fight
boys like him don't shine so bright,
Soon as I see the dust settle
he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.
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Runnin' with believers, go time for fever
and I haven't got time for you either
with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones
I take 'em home on my own.
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Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew
you're still my friend, it's impossible to hate you.
Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave
people latch down and then they rain on our parade.
Girls we love leave when we want them to stay
like today, remember, what shall we say
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