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