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So I sit on the floor With my head in my hands. I write a new song every day. I might not feel pain even if I should. And now I've come to that fateful day, And don't tell me how to make it pay, I think my heart must be made of clay, Even if I should. If I should. I just wish I was made of wood, 'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day. |
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I swear to God You might not seem glad, I'd have made damn sure. And if you could have believed in me, Melt the pats in the butter dish, Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine. I just wish I was made of wood, The sweetest smile that ever did Even if you should, even if you should. I'd keep the doors locked all the time. |
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Seems like I have come to that fateful day, With my head in my hands. So I sit on the floor With my head in my hands. If you should. I think my heart must be made of clay, If I should. If I should. 'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day. If I should. If I should. If you should. If you should. |
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