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