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