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Genre/Lang. : Rock/Metal |
Baby, seasons change but people don't,
And I'll always be waiting in the back room.
I'm boring, but over-compensate,
For headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
But don't pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
Don't pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
Wouldn't you rather be a widow or a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
And don't pretend it. Don't pretend...
We don't fight fair.
They say your head can be your prison.
And these are just conjugal visits...
People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore.
Don't pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
Don't pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend it. Don't pretend...
We do it in the dark,
With smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed...
In secret places. (x2)
We don't fight fair. (x5)
We do it in the dark,
With smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed...
In secret places. (x2)
We don't fight fair.
With smiles on our faces...
We're dropped and well concealed...
In secret places.
Don't Pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
Don't pretend you'll ever forget 'bout me...
We don't fight fair!
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Thanks to fgjbn for these lyrics.
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