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
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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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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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Paint And Pillows
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| Julie Roberts |
