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