Correction Lyrics The Devil Wears A Suit by Kate Miller-Heidke

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End of October, sun's fallen over
Wolves on the street, wolves on the street
Roaming, howling
Smoke in the distance, strangers are calling
"Paid for your time, paid for your time boy"
Hold on, hold on
Oh, he's not underground, he's not in the air
He's not in that book you take everywhere
The devil wears a suit
He lives in our town, he lives on our street
In your home, in your bed
Aren't you the bright one? Aren't you the trooper?
Where did you go? Where have you been son?
Nowhere, with no one
Talking in circles, point of confusion
Who needs a hug? Who needs a hug then?
You do, you do

He's not underground, he's not in the air
He's not in that book you take everywhere
The devil wears a suit
He lives in our town, he lives on our street
In your home, in your home, in your bed
House of your friendly local accomplice
Shoes at the door, shoes at the door please
Mind your secrets
Out in the garden, under the elk weed
Ribs in the dirt, ribs in a dirt heap
Silence, silence
He's not underground, he's not in the air
He's not in that book you take everywhere
The devil wears a suit
He lives in our town, he lives on our street
In your home, in your bed
The devil wears a suit
The devil wears a suit
The devil wears a suit

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