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Framing Hanley - Count Me In |
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Crying alone, there's a fragile life |
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You can paint the picture pretty |
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But the stories is no disguise |
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It's only getting later now |
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And you may come away through time |
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The silver spoon won't feed your friends |
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'Cause life taste bitter when you eat with your hands |
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Count me in and I'll be the one |
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To take the knife out of your spine |
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'Cause I know you'd be the first |
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To bury the blade deeper into mine, into mine |
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You've never know this charming life |
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You can write the perfect setting |
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But the story, I'm not buying |
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We're only getting older now |
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And you can come away through time |
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The silver spoon won't feed your friends |
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'Cause life taste bitter when you eat with your hands |
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Count me in and I'll be the one |
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To take the knife out of your spine |
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'Cause I know you'd be the first |
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To bury the blade, to bury the blade |
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I'm counting on you to bury the blade |
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Count me in and I'll be the one |
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To take the knife out of your spine |
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'Cause I know you'll be the one |
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To bury the blade but she's still mine |
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Count me in and I'll be the one |
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To take the knife out of your spine |
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'Cause I know you'd be the first |
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To bury the blade deeper into mine |
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Count me in, count me in |
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Count me in, count me in |
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To bury the blade deep in your spine |
