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