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