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Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back of the room I'm boring but overcompensate With headlines and flash, flash, flash photography But don't pretend you ever forgot about me Don't pretend you ever forgot about me Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcée? Style your wake for fashion magazines Widow or a divorcée? Don't pretend, d-d-don't pretend We don't fight fair We don't fight fair They say your head can be a prison Then these are just conjugal visits People will dissect us 'Til this doesn't mean a thing anymore Don't pretend you ever forgot about me Don't pretend you ever forgot about meeeee Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcée? Style your wake for fashion magazines whoaa Widow or a divorcée? Don't pretend, d-d-don't pretend We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, whoa We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces We're trapped and well concealed in secret places We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, whoa We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces We're trapped and well concealed in secret places We don't fight fair (We do it in the dark) With smiles on our faces We're trapped and well concealed in secret places We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me we don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me We don't fight fair. |
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That summer we took
threes across the park But by fall we were a cover story Now in stores Make us poster boys in the scene For we are not making our acceptance speech I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes Every dot comes refreshing for a journal update So long live the car crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 So long live the car crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 I can take your problems away A mile away Oh my head it smashes the cover boy That I am Only thing I've ever done that is good And it's free and my password in the after life I was the one Was the one who made all our hearts beat all in time So long live the car crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 So long live the car crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 Long live the car crash heart Long live the car crash heart Long live the car crash heart Long live the car crash heart long live car crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 |
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Am I more than you bargained for yet I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that's just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it Is this more than you bargained for yet Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet Wishing to be the friction in your jeans Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song) Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it Down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it |
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