Don't wanna fight, I wanna make up
Gimme the look, I'm talkin' too much
We'll find a solution
A love evolution
We're gonna make it, for the last time
No one needs to know about us
Why don't the children dance?
Why don't the children dance?
This is the corpse of love
The death of teen romance
A thousand eyes can see until the end of time
Kill the spies!
They'll never let you go!
They'll never let you go!
You're signing on the line
You're checking all the time
Terms and conditions of
The selling of your ghost
So let's go
No one needs to know about our
Private lives
Holy nights
No more bright lights
Don't wanna fight
I want make-out and take off
But now I feel
That there's no where to go to get lost
We're not in love, lest we broadcast to the world
It's absurd
No one needs to know about our
Private lives
Holy nights
No more bright lights
Now let me introduce to you
“My Private Life!”
No one needs to know about our
Private life
Holy nights
No more bright lights
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