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Holding hands, skipping like a stone On our way, to see what we have done The first to speak, is the first to lie The children cross their hearts and hope to die Bite your tongue Swear to keep your mouth shut Ask yourself, will I burn in Hell Then write it down and cast it in the well There they are the mob it cries for blood To twist the tale into fire wood Fan the flames with a little lie Then turn your cheek until the fire dies The skin it peels, like the truth away What it was, well, I would never say Bite your tongue Swear to keep, keep your mouth shut Make up something Make up something good Holding hands, skipping like a stone Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone