Yelling through the wall, bad company
Maybe I'll beat down the door
Looking through a stained-glass lens
I live it and let die
Because I don't want your love, your pride, your touch
I'd rather spend a hundred nights alone
That's what I want
Took a bit of time, I've found the way
Can't live with the sickness of soul
The things you say are only things I've heard you say before
Because I don't want your love, your pride, your touch
I'd rather spend a hundred nights alone
Yeah, I've heard it all before and once or twice is enough to send you out the door
That's what I want
I'll break the noose
Don't call me if you got the time
Because I don't want your love, your pride, your touch, your fuss, the baggage you've become
Yeah, I've heard it all before and once or twice is enough to send you out the door
That's what I want
Yelling through the wall, bad company
Maybe I'll beat down the door
Looking through a stained-glass lens
I live it and let die
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