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