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