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