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