Lyrics Sting - Dutch Uncles
A
fading
sting,
of
dealing
And
I
would
come
but
i'm
teething
My
faith
is
humdrum,
my
wait
is
over
Hmm,
the
peeling
of
fear
A
feeling
from
death
And
the
paling
sting
in
me
'Cos
i'm
sure
of
death
There's
no
weeping
My
faith
is
humdrum,
my
wait
is
over
When
I
found
a
girl,
in
pairs
No,
I
had
to
see
you
again
Hmm,
the
peeling
of
fear
I'm
sure
of
death
Here's
the
bee
sting!
My
faith
is
humdrum,
my
wait
is
over
When
I
found
a
girl,
in
pairs
No,
I
had
to
see
you
again
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