| Lyrics: | I think my heart must be made of clay,
'cause everyone said it would be broken someday.
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.
(solo)
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.
If I should, if I
should,
if I should, uh if I should.
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