could do Come join me in my wicked dream Don't send me back to real life The daily grind just leaves me feeling numb Leave me in my wicked dream Where
't stop Chorus: Counting sheep and they never ever go Losing sleep cos the words just flow Sounds in my head like a radio Lay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked
I tried hard to mend my wicked ways Acted like a lunatic for years Lord knows I try to be good I'd keep my promises if only I could You count your blessings
no return I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love I'
no return I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love I'm wild and wicked Wild and wicked for love
, strip down to nothing Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked
to fall in love with you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say
break your heart) With you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to
break your heart ... With you What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing
..with you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say You never
your heart ..with you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing
brake your heart ..with you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing
his cheek and he's three chords short of a punkrock song. Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say: I'm a wicked
the word, born is he Thrust hell upon humanity Baptize the wicked child The math upon his crown On this date we consecrate Behold the wicked, the child
are clear By grand design, punishment unfolding Faith in the prophecy We'll take this tragedy, unite as one Fate, show man no sympathy Something wicked
more things are clear By grand design, punishment unfolding Faith in the prophecy We'll take this tragedy, unite as one Fate, show man no sympathy Something Wicked
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