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