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