I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Lyrics
| Song | I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners |
| Artist | Trisha Yearwood |
| Album | Inside Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruce, Howard | |
| Written：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 |
| zuo ci : Bruce, Howard | |
| Written: 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 |
| zuò cí : Bruce, Howard | |
| Written: 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 |
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