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PAULA COLE lyrics : "Throwing Stones"

So call me a (*##$ in heat and
I'll call you a liar
And we'll throw stones until we're dead


There you go again you cut me off from talking
You bask in the glory

The center of the circle
All our friends think you're a comedian
So kind and generous

but I am suffering Away from here
I wanna be
Away from here

Away from here
Away from every little thing
Every little thing

I used to love your every little, every little thing

Now you call me a (*##$ in heat and

I call you a liar
And we'll throw stones until we're dead


You're the puppeteer and i'm the puppet
You manipulate me with your (real) catholic %#@!
Everytime i try to talk it through

You turn it around and make us out to be
David and Goliath


Away from here
I wanna be
Away from here

Away from here
Away from every little thing
Every little thing

I used to love your every little every little thing

Now you call me a (*##$ in heat and

I'll call you a liar
And we'll throw stones until we're dead


Your arms beneath me
Your lying inside me
I used to love your every little every little thing

Your eyes blue stars
Your hand in my purse
And now I hate your every little everything all day


Oh momma
I didn't know life was this hard

Oh momma
My innocence has been torn


My inner vision, dulled and darkened
I keep myself away to you
I $#&@ my sorrow humbly

And throw my crown upon the ground

It's you I hope for

And us I pray for
And me that I believed was wrong
But now my anger is my best friend

Be careful may bite your head off

Liar


So call me a (*##$ in heat and
I'll you a liar

And we'll throw stones until we're dead

So call me a (*##$ in heat and

I'll you a mother $#&@er
And we'll throw stones until we're dead

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