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