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