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Barely old enough, to call it love, |
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Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water, |
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Stones, I handed one to you, |
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You put it in your pocket, |
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Said you loved it, said you'd keep it, |
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Forever, Stones, |
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One by one, they mark our passage, |
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Along this winding road we're on, |
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With each turn we take, |
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From the craddle to the grave, |
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Our lives are paved with stones, |
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A tiny velvet box, |
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One perfect little rock, |
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A little thing, just a ring, |
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But it says marry me, |
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Stones, we'll build ourselves a home, |
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Where loves a corner stone, |
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We'll have children, they'll have children, |
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Untill they run off on their own, |
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Like stones, (Chorus) |
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One by one, they mark our passage, |
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Along this winding road we're on, |
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With each turn we take, |
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From the craddle to the grave, |
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Our lives are paved with. |
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Burning stones, stepping stones, |
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Skipping rocks, and dodging lots of |
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Sticks and stones, |
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And I've been on both sides of the road, and |
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Stones Years are like the wind, |
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Their here and gone and then, |
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They'll blow away, our every trace, |
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All except our names, engraved in, |
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Stones (Chorus) |
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One by one, they mark our passage, |
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Along this winding road we're on, |
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With each turn we take, |
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From the craddle to the grave, |
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Our lives are paved with stones. |
