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