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