Lirik Lagu I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Trisha Yearwood
(Trey Bruce/Rebecca Lynn Howard)
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
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
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
The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore
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
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
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
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
The Tools Of The Trade That Chained Your Memory To Me
Are Out The Door
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Anymore
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
Trisha Yearwood
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2024-12-23 12:22:52
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