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