| From concrete to shingles and every single nail
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| We drove to hold this house together
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| That stained glass door
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| Those hardwood floors cost a little more
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| But they made this place better
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| I ain’t nineteen, I ain’t naive
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| That ain’t the way I make my bed
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| I can’t believe you’re telling me
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| This home can be repaired
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| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows
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| New curtains on these windows
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| To cover up all the trash you drug in
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| There ain’t a rug big enough to sweep it under
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| And just in case you wonder
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| I’d rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
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| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows
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| You know these walls don’t have to talk
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| I knew it’s all intuition, I guess
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| That long dark hair on the back of my chair
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| Must be where she put her shoes on before she left
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| Everything she touched belonged to me
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| And I don’t want no tainted anything
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| The life we built, baby, you killed in just one night
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| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows
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| New curtains on these windows
|
| To cover up all the trash you drug in
|
| There ain’t a rug big enough to sweep it under
|
| And just in case you wonder
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| I’d rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
|
| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows
|
| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows
|
| New curtains on these windows
|
| To cover up all the trash you drug in
|
| There ain’t a rug big enough to sweep it under
|
| And just in case you wonder
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| I’d rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
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| It’s gonna take more than paint and pillows |