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