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 yourselfWhen 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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