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