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