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