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