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