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