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