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