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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
to drowning in the hurt

Against the wall
From there

I couldn't even look

over my shoulder
into comers anymore
In a brittle heart of clay

I threw my brushes away
I don't paint myself

into comers anymore
When you left

into comers anymore
When you left

you left me with

no other choice at all
I never knew just how
far a soul could fall
Like a rock

couldn't stop didn't try
far a soul could fall

Like a rock

couldn't stop didn't try
I locked myself behind
shades of misery yeah
But when I let you go

I set myself free
shades of misery yeah

But when I let you go

I set myself free
In a brittle heart of clay

I threw my brushes away
Yeah the tools of the
trade that chained your

into corners anymore
Yeah the tools of the
trade that chained your
memory to me

are out the door
I don't paint myself
into comers anymore
I don't paint myself

into corners anymore
I don't paint myself
into comers anymore
I don't paint myself

into corners anymore
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Title
I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners
Artist
Trisha Yearwood
Brand
Music Maestro
(15 Other Versions)
Code
MM6369-10
Genres
country, country music, folk music