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