| Baby, seasons change but people don’t.
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| And I’ll always be waiting in the back room.
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| I’m boring but overcompensate with
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| Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
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| But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
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| Style your wake for fashion magazines.
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| Widow or a divorcee?
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| Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| They say your head can be a prison.
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| Then these are just conjugal visits.
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| People will dissect us till
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| This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.
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| Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
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| Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh.
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| Widow or a divorcee?
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| Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.
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| We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
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| We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
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| We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
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| We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
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| We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
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| We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
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| We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| With smiles on our faces.
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| We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| We don’t fight fair.
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| Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
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| We don’t fight fair. |