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