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