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