Broken bones

Well let me tell you darlin' I've been high most of my life,
And a dream is just a wish that a heart makes,
I used to sell ya, sell ya, sell ya,
Only things you could find in a drugstore.
People used to tell me, tell me, tell me,
Just what kinda high they were lookin' for.
Take a ride on a purple airplane,
Honey I don't know when I'll be back again.

Cause I got broken bones,
Not from the sticks and stones
But from the names that you call me.
I got broken bones,
Not from the sticks and stones
But from the names that you called me.

 

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