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