we were men I'd give, I'd bend, let's play pretend And when it's the end our lives will make sense We'll love, we'll bend, let's play pretend It's not
you what you need to hear And I'm a little too late by three or four years And it may not make much sense now that we are apart But I'm going to stop pretending
we were men I'd give, i'd bend, let's play pretend And when it's the end, Our lives will make sense We'll love, we'll bend, let's play pretend It'
译文: 灯. 假装（发生）.
译文: 灯. 假装.
you what you need to hear And i'm a little too late By three or four years And it may not make much sense Now that we are apart But i'm going to stop pretending
Before we were men I'd give, i'd bend, let's play pretend And when it's the end, Our lives will make sense We'll love, we'll bend, let's play pretend
me Seven men crossed the river And they took all the money Colour the wind And search deep within And by the light of the moon Light of the moon Light
lights, then leaves them dry Undoes tomorrows unknown will Lets it slide, tastes the thrill Oh, 'cause we are the happiest pretenders And we are the happiest pretenders
have never been You could wish a thousand times Find the gold that pirates left behind But you'll never find a greater treasure than a friend Let's not pretend
and out and Love's strange so real in the dark Think of the tender things that we were working on Slow change may pull us apart When the light gets
you wait before you tear me apart Look me in the eye, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie I know that there's no turning back If we put too much light on this
mind she is blinded by all she sees Close your eyes; just pretend the bullet isn't there No surprise; no need to pretend that no one really cares But
show that I'ma rise above this Hey, what a deal world, yeah it's me again Back before you, at your mercy, on bended knee again No running from the truth as much as we pretend
I've been searching deep down in my soul Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old It feels like I'm starting all over again The last three years were just pretend
consider thee running the mill running the drill none of it's real celebrity I dont let any of it get to me I am more mystery mentally and physically Yeah I've seen the bright lights
're living in the novelist Or statistician Cato, mess with my concepts My inner vision Like a strobing light Please confuse my every decision I can't even pretend
