You wanna climb up the stairs, I wanna push you back down. But I let you inside, So you can push me around. If I leave before you, And I walk out alone, Keep your hands to yourself, When you follow me home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love. We wake up with pounding heads, Bruised down below. I should have built better walls, Or slept in my clothes. So if I see you again, Desperate and stoned, Keep your prison locked up, And I will leave my gun at home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love.
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You wanna climb up the stairs, I wanna push you back down. But I let you inside, So you can push me around. If I leave before you, And I walk out alone, Keep your hands to yourself, When you follow me home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love. We wake up with pounding heads, Bruised down below. I should have built better walls, Or slept in my clothes. So if I see you again, Desperate and stoned, Keep your prison locked up, And I will leave my gun at home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love.
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