Sticks And Stones

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[Verso 1]

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Men were made to talk, babies born to cry 
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Tears'll make 'em taller, fear of God gets in their eyes 
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Sticks and   stones may break my bones 
    D           A     E       A     D    A 
But words will cut me down to size 



[Refrão]
 
       D                                   A 
Well I used to stand much taller, but I've learned to know my place 
D                                E    N.C. 
Used to scream and holler, now I quietly say grace 
       D  E    A 
With a smilin' face 

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[Verso 2]
 
A              D 
This old house   acts mighty tired 
A                           E   N.C. 
Groans when I get up and it sighs when I retire 
A      E/G#  F#m        D        A 
Sticks and   stones may crack windows 
    D          E       A     D    A 
But words will start a fire 



[Refrão]

       D                            A 
So long, see ya ceiling; catch you later, kitchen floor 
D                             E   N.C. 
  C'est la vie, old TV that I watched when I was bored 
D    E      A 
Back screen door 

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[Verso 3]

A                 D 
This plot of land may look alone 
A                                   E  N.C. 
Once there stood a body, all that's left is skin and bone 
A      E/G#  F#m       D        A 
Sticks and   stones may shelter some 
    D          E       A 
But words will make it home