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 When we fight and I wanna talk it out You won't say nothing, nothing at all You just sit there, you won't open that pretty mouth I think you like keeping my back up against the wall Wages of sin, you keep me paying Wages of sin for wrongs that I've done Wages of sin, you keep me paying Wages of sin, one by one I walk in the apartment, there's clothes thrown all over the place You're crouched in the corner with makeup running down your face I don't wanna believe what my heart keeps saying You keep me on the line so you can keep me paying Wages of sin, we keep paying Wages of sin for the wrongs that we've done Wages of sin, we keep paying Wages of sin, that's how we have our fun I remember when I was a little boy out where the cottonwoods grow tall Trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls Baby all the sounds I heard, even if they weren't real I was running down that broken path with the devil snapping at my heels I tried so hard, so hard in every way Swore someday I'd grow up, just throw it all away Cried all the tears, baby, that I could cry Stomached all my fears 'til they came rushin' up inside darlin' I'm losin' and it's a mean game Still I play on just the same Wages of sin, I keep paying Wages of sin for some wrong that I've done Wages of sin, well I keep paying Wages of sin, one by one
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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