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  • 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
  • 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