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