Wicked Man Songtext

Dave Mcpherson

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Wicked Man Songtext
I cannot cope unless I'm guided by hope,
And this girl you see she's a mystery to me.
Oh, I wish that I could show you all the things that I've done,
But I'm hiding all my regrets away from you,
I'm never confiding, but finding a way to drink my way through,
Silly Brentwood boy.

There's no wick in the cnadle,
I can't handle this fight on my own,
Cobbled street I can't find my feet in this burning heat.

But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place,
In no man's place,
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be ok.
Oh, the wicked man keeps his only grace,
The wicked mnan is me, the wicked man is me.

Oh, he spends his time writing songs for her,
And the word escape is hs favourite word,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
And his father's son with his mother's eyes,
Oh, is crying alone where you can't see his tears,
Thinks he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears,
This silly Brentwood boy.

Iron out a few creases, the pieces never fit,
Old mansions dotted around and people sleeping inside their precious homes.

But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place,
No man's place,
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be ok,
But not today.
Oh, the wicked man keeps his only grace,
The wicked man is me,
Yeah, the wicked man is me, me, me, me, me.

Oh, but the wicked man sleeps in no man's place,
In no man's place,
But he wishes he could tell you it will be ok,
Oh, but not today.
Oh, the wicked man keeps his only grace,
The wicked man is me.
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