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