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A tongue can accuse and carry bad news |
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The seeds of distrust, it will sow |
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But unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Be careful of stones that you throw. |
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A neighbor was passing my garden one time |
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She stopped and I knew right away |
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That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind |
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And this is what I heard my neighbor say: |
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"That girl down the street should be run from our midst |
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She drinks and she talks quite a lot |
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She knows not to speak to my child or to me." |
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My neighbor then smiled and I thought: |
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A tongue can accuse and carry bad news |
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The seeds of distrust, it will sow |
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But unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Be careful of stones that you throw. |
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A car speeded by and the screamin' of brakes |
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A sound that made my blood chill |
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For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path |
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And saved by a girl lying still. |
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The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out: |
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"Oh! who was that brave girl so sweet?" |
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I covered the crushed, broken body and said: |
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"The bad girl who lived down the street." |
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A tongue can accuse and carry bad news |
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The seeds of distrust, it will sow |
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But unless you've made no mistakes in your life |
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Be careful of stones that you throw. |
