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Cole Paula This Fire Throwing Stones So call me a bitch 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 are a comedian -- so kind and generous, but I am suffering Away from here, I want to be away from here, Away from every little thing. I used to love your every little thing. Now you call me a bitch in heat and I'll 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 guilt-ridden Catholic Chit. Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around And make us out to be David and Goliath. Away from here, I want to be away from here, Away from every little thing. I used to love Your every little thing. Your arms beneath me, your light inside me I used to love your every little thing. Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse, Now I hate your every little thing. Oh mama I didn't know life was this hard. Oh mama my innocence has been tarred My inner vision dulled and darkened I gave myself away to you, I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground It was you I hoped for and us I prayed for and me that I believed was wrong But now my anger is my best friend and careful, I may bite your head off. So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead. So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker And we'll throw stones until we're dead. |
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