Who sat there in the cross-fire
All things considered, you should really try
Got him a spiritual hand
That's just a different distraction
Do you want that now
To make him mr. do right
All things taken, I could not quite shake it
And I should really get out this time
All these things have been robbing me while I'm blind
Looking for the free side again
You got so many words you're saying
On the rise
Working away at rotting my eyes
Who sat there in the soft-light
Must be the devil, alright
Got me a spiritual hand
To take me away from everything I am
Writer(s): David Ong, Damian Costin, Patrick Robertson, Matthew Charles Balfe
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