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