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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,
CHORUS:
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.
CHORUS:
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.
CHORUS (Repeat)
Songinformatie
Artiest | Black |
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| A-kant |
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Titel |
Sweetest Smile |
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Lengte |
4:22
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Componist(en) |
Colin Vearncombe
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Producer(s) |
Dave Dix
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| B-kant |
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Titel |
Sixteens
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Lengte |
3:56
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Componist(en) |
Colin Vearncombe
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Producer(s) |
Dave Dix
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Platenlabel |
A&M
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Catalogusnr |
390224-7
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Hoogste positie UK |
8
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Hoogste positie US |
-
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Album |
Wonderful Life
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