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