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