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