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