Lyrics

Tales of a distant man had to make his buck
And I couldn’t fall in love
We left everything on the table
But it still still still wasn’t enough
Ohh the sorcery, the sorcery
Ohh the sorcery, the sorcery
You’re stirring all my darkest fears in the middle of the noon
Let it all go to chance and you left me on a broom
Written by: Brent Charles Browne, David Richards, Malachi Kellman-Cooper, Toronto Music Group Inc.
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