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.
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If I leave before you, And I walk out alone, Keep your hands to yourself When you follow me home. I...
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