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