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Barely old enough,
to call it love
Showing off,
skipping rocks across the water
Stones - I handed one to you.
You put it in your pocket,
said you loved it,
said you'd keep it forever
Chorus
Stones - one by one,
they mark our passage,
along this winding road we're on.
With each turn we take,
from the cradle to the grave,
our lives are paved with stones.
A tiny velvet box -
one perfect little rock.
A little thing, just a ring,
but it says marry me!
Stones - we'll build ourselves a home,
where love's a cornerstone.
We'll have children, they'll have children,
until they're all off on their own, like.....
CHORUS
Stones - one by one,
they mark our passage,
along this winding road we're on.
With each turn we take,
from the cradle to the grave,
our lives are paved with.... burning stones,
stepping stones, skipping rocks
and dodging lots of sticks and stones
and I've been on both sides of
the rolling.......Stones. BREAK
The years are like the wind,
they're here and gone and then,
they'll blow away our every trace,
all except our names,
engraved in stones
one by one,
they mark our passage,
along this winding road we're on.
With each turn we take,
from the cradle to the grave,
our lives are paved with.......
STONES.
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