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