Concrete Blonde - Scene of a Perfect Crime Lyrics

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Scene of a Perfect Crime

Scene of a Perfect Crime Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Scene of a Perfect Crime By Concrete Blonde?
My eyes are jaded and complicated,
Tired of the liars and the masqueraded Who steals our innocence away, Like a thief in the night? Who took away our faith in what we know to be right? That was another world, then That was another time You can never go back to the scene of a perfect crime. Whatever became of the child I was I never want to lose her no I won't give her up And now my heart is harder, My skin is getting tougher and tougher That was another world then That was another time You can never go back to the place where love is blind You can never go back to the scene of a perfect crime Whatever became of our sweet blind love As long as we could be together it was more than enough Now we're all grown up and we need so much I never knew that the price would go up as such That was another world then, then That was another time Well you can never go back to the place where love is blind. Well you can never go back to the place where love is blind. Well you can never go back to the place where love is blind. You can never go back to the scene of a perfect crime. |
Who Wrote Scene of a Perfect Crime By Concrete Blonde?
Johnette Lin Napolitano
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What's The Duration Of The Scene of a Perfect Crime By Concrete Blonde?The duration of Scene of a Perfect Crime is 4:44 minutes and seconds. |
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