Sometimes I'm thinking
Whatever did I do?
Nights are always chilly
In these days of you
Streets outside are empty
No one can be seen
Wisdom points a finger
To the judgement that's been
Sometimes I'm thinking
Whatever did I do?
Nights are always chilly
In these days of you
Streets outside are empty
No one can be seen
Wisdom points a finger
To the judgement that's been
Composição: Richard Sinclair, Dave Sinclair, Richard Coughlan e Pye Hastings
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