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