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