I Look Out My Window To A Blinding Bright Light
Enola Passes, Passes By
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, A Look At Tomorrow
Hysterical Men, Women And Children
Run In Search Of Their Family
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, A Look At Tomorrow
I Look Out My Window To A Blinding Bright Light
Enola Passes, PassesB y
Skin Is Shed Like That Of Snakes
But It's Not A Work Of Mother Nature
Writer(s): Roy Arnold Wainwright, Kelvin John Morris, Anthony James Roberts, David Ellesmere
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