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