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