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