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