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The sheets on your windows won't hide or disguiseThe heat of the moment or the look in your eyesYou buy innuendos and lies.Please don't shout anymoreI can't stand to sit aroundAnd watch you walk out my door.Show some sense and respectLearn to cope and get over it.My walls, well they're shakin' with the sound of your voiceMy floors start to tremble with that talk of divorceWell, you got the right to freedom of choice.Please don't shout anymoreI can't stand to sit aroundAnd watch you slammin' my doors.Show some sense and respectLearn to cope and get over it.Please don't shout anymoreI can't stand to sit aroundAnd hear you slammin' my doors.Letras de cancionesShow some sense and respectLearn to cope and get over it.I can hear your drunken rage within my roomOne too many beers, preachin' a prophecy of doomMight just bury you in a lonesome tomb.Oh, please don't shout anymoreI can't stand to sit aroundAnd watch you tear down my door.Show some sense and respectLearn to cope and get over it.Get over itGet over it. From Letras Mania