Songtexte

Don't tell me that The wages of sin are for real The writings on the wall (What's) the score what's the deal? Don't wonder we can't see (Thru) the wood for the trees No perfume we design Can ever veil the sickness on the breeze By The Light of Day In the Dead of Night
Writer(s): Edwin Jobson, John Kenneth Wetton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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