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