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