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Rebecca Lynn Howard

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Date de parution : 02/05/2000

Durée : 0:04:59

Style : Country



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It took a while for me to see things as they were
In the light of truth, it wasn't you, it was me
I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt
Against the wall, who'd of thought, it was me

From there i couldn't even look over my shoulder
And i kicked down all the walls and started all over

And i don't paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay, i threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door, i don't paint myself into corners anymore

When you left you left me with no other choice at all
But to sink to my knees and cry
I never knew just how far a soul could fall
Like a rock, i couldn't stop, didn't try

And i locked myself behind shades of misery
But when i let you go, i set myself free

And i don't paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay, i threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door, i don't paint myself into corners anymore

Oh the tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door, i don't paint myself into corners anymore
I don't paint myself into corners anymore

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