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