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