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