Don't tell me that the wages of sin are for real
The writing's on the wall – what's the score what's the deal?
No wonder we can't see through the wood to 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): John Kenneth Wetton, Edwin Jobson
Copyright: E.G. Music Ltd.
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