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