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Sticks and Stones - Blur
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Sticks and Stones Blur

Sticks and Stones - Blur
[Verse 1]
Chaos on a Friday
I tip-toe by
No need to get excited
I step outside
Smooth exterior
Mess inside
Fight the inferior
Across city lines

[Chorus]
It's written over my face
No sleep zone
Open up my suitcase
Sticks and stones

[Verse 2]
Iron filings
Breathe 'em right in
Catch my breath
Air too thin
Floating in the darkness (Floating in the darkness)
Talking to the ghosts (Talking to the ghosts)
The ones that want you dead (The ones that want you dead)
Are the ones you love the most
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