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