| If I could kill a word and watch it die
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| I’d poison «never,» shoot goodbye
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| Beat «regret» when I felt I had the nerve
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| Yeah, I’d pound «fear» to a pile of sand
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| Choke «lonely» out with my bare hands
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| I’d hang «hate» so that it can’t be heard
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| If I could only kill a word
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| I’d take «brokeness» out back
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| And break «heartbreak,» stand there and laugh
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| Right in its face while shootin' it the bird
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| I’d put «upset» down in its place
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| I’d squeeze the life out of «disgrace»
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| Lay «over» under six cold feet of dirt
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| If I could only kill a word
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| Give me sticks, give stones
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| Bend my body, break my bones
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| Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue
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| Cause you can’t unhear, you can’t unsay
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| But if were up to me to change
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| I’d turn «lies» and «hate» to «love» and «truth»
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| If I could only kill a word
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| I’d knock out «temptation"'s teeth
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| I’d sever «evil,» let it bleed
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| Then light up «wicked,» stand and watch it burn
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| I’d take «vice» and I’d take «vile»
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| Tie 'em up there with «hostile»
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| Hang 'em high and leave 'em for the birds
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| If I could only kill a word
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| So give me sticks, give stones
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| Bend my body, break my bones
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| Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue
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| Cause you can’t unhear, you can’t unsay
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| But if were up to me to change
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| I’d turn «lies» and «hate» to «love» and «truth»
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| If I could only kill a word
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| If I could only kill a word |