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Presto Vivace

	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