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