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The Waking Eyes
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Wolves At The Door
Vices are prone to burn holes in my pockets And they're dryin' up my well But every so often there's a forgotten cost And a ringin' on my bell And when I decided to make like I died they got wise
The sun it was sunny, but I feel downpour The man wants my money, the wolves at the door He held out his hand, but I feel down poor He smiled at my money, the wolves at the door
Phone calls and gold-sealed doccumentation Knockin' on my door Brow-beating threats, they've been making me sweat 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 They've been ringing on my bell Collectors and spies and agents of various kinds want more
The sun it was sunny, but I feel downpour The man wants my money, the wolves at the door He held out his hand, but I feel down poor He smiled at my money, the wolves at the door
So call off your dogs and all hungry minds They're shedding their hair and sheeply disguise So call off your dogs and leave them behind 'Cause I'm not paying a dime
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