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