| It took a while for me to see things as they were
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| In the light of truth
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| It wasn’t you, it was me
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| I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt
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| Against the wall
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| Who’d of thought, it was me
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| From there I couldn’t even look over my shoulder
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| I kicked down all the walls and started all over
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| And I don’t paint myself into corners anymore
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| In a brittle heart of clay
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| I threw my brushes away
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| The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
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| Are out the door
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| I don’t paint myself into corners anymore
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| When you left you left me with no other choice at all
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| But to sink
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| To my knees, and cry
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| I never knew just how far a soul could fall
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| Like a rock
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| I couldn’t stop, didn't try
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| I locked myself behind shades of misery
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| But when I let you go, I set myself free
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| And I don’t paint myself into corners anymore
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| In a brittle heart of clay
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| I threw my brushes away
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| The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
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| Are out the door
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| I don’t paint myself into corners anymore
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| The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
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| Are out the door
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| I don’t paint myself into corners anymore |