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