Our good friend Amber Pawlik emails the management to complain that we never kept this promise:

The people of Sadly, No! require sleep, so Amber will have to wait another day… See you in the morning.

Amber writes:

Ah, but you promised.

[…]

I’ll assume you have nothing, like usual.

Ouch!

(8) We don’t have to fall apart, we don’t have to fight (8)
(8) What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this? (8)
(8) We don’t need to go to hell and back every night (8)
(8) What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this? (8)
(8) You never ever left me, baby, think of me… (8)
(8) What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this? (8)
(8) Oh, babe (8)
(8) What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this? (8)