48 lyrics for "I want no more of you,"
(Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more It's a cabaret Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home (Get on the floor, get on the floor) Now can we discuss
PlayI've been thinking about the West Coast Not the one that everyone knows For a summer of love A summer of love We're sick of living in the shadows We've one more chance before the light goes Doesn't want you It haunts you
PlayTake me somewhere Don't want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me I see, through thirty Getting older, every day My soul drawing pictures Of innocent times Can you add, color, inside these lines Sure, if we change our perspective
PlayThis is the part when I say I don’t want ya I'm stronger than I've been before This is the part when I break free 'Cause I can't resist it no more I only want to die alive Never by the hands of a broken heart I don't wanna hear you lie tonight Now that
PlayYou've got to show me love So, baby if you want me Words are so easy to say, but Heartbreaks and promises I've had more than my share I'm tired of giving my love And getting nowhere, nowhere It's been so long since I've touched the wanting hand
PlayWhat will it take for you to notice? I am a heart on fire, the dawn walls diffuse So don’t get close Trouble and the worth Love like a needle full of methadone Prudent but not real, left you wanting more Lipstick track marks bleeding red Like Montagues
Play(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore
PlayJust look at yourself Do you like what you see I want no more of you, Watch me walk away This is your last time you are the forgotten You let your dreams die you are the forgotten I hope it was worth the cost You are forgotten You were once the source
PlayI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see your red door, I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the line of cars and they're all painted black With
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