I saw my tear on your cheek
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The look in your eye that says you're all out of hope
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All the rain in the sky won't wash them black sheep
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It should be no surprise it's the end of the road
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You should be seeing who I am
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Instead you wanna talk about where I've been
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Instead you ask for my love to be still
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You throw it into the box of goodwill
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It's too bad things have turned out this way
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay
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Mama I'm tired of playin' this play
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay
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You'd think the sky would be all rained out
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You'd think that we could forgive by now
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The anger in the sound of your voice
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That way that I am that you call a choice
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It's always darkest before the dawn
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So we'll say goodbye again and we'll move on
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Here's another bit of truth that is known
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Who you love is not the same as what you own
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It's too bad things have turned out this way
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay
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Mama I'm tired of playin' this play
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay , made of clay
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I called to you from the top of the stairs
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I wonder when you stopped being there
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You used to know just what to say
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Oh I guess things are different today
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It's too bad things have turned out this way
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay
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Mama I'm tired of playin' this play
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It's too bad I'm not made of clay
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Made of Clay
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| Patty Griffin |
