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