He's not bulletproof
Don't let him fool you
His laugh is a lie
He's dying inside
From the sticks and stones somebody threw
Our tongues are like matches
Our ears are like trees
Our words are like sparks
On dry summer leaves
It doesn't take much
For the flames to rise
And turn a soul
Into a forest fire
She's not half as strong, no
As she'd like to let on
She smiles, but she knows
She can't take one more blow
From the hate that she's heard for so long
Our tongues are like matches
Our ears are like trees
Our words are like sparks
On dry summer leaves
It doesn't take much
For the flames to rise
And turn a soul
Into a forest fire
Be careful
Be careful what you say
Our tongues are like matches
Our ears are like trees
Our words are like sparks
On dry summer leaves
It doesn't take much
For the flames to rise
And turn a soul
Into a forest fire
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