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

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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

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