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