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