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