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