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