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The stick and the stone it may break my bones,
But calling names won’t hurt her.
I watch it collide.
I stepped on the pavement crack,
The salt in my wound it’s circulating o’ yeah!
It poisoned my blood.
Stare into my eyes but don’t fall in love.
These footsteps begging bowls.
Gangs with baseball caps.
These swollen hearts on sleeves.
We carved our names in tress.
I watched over you.
Just like when we were young.
I thought this would last forever.
It never does.
Don’t turn around you should have gone home.
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