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