тёмный мрачный коридор я на ципочках как вор продираюсь чють дыша штобы не спугнуть тех кто спит удже давно тем каму не всёровно в чб

Baby, seasons change, but people don't, and
I'll always be waiting in the back 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 divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-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 till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

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 divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh-oh-oh
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-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, oh-woah
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, oh-woah
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, 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