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