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