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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 all can be repaired [CHORUS] It's gonna take more than paint and pillows New curtains on these windows To cover up all the trash that 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 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 [CHORUS] |