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Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
No more broken dreams, I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
Only for me and you, oh
No more broken dreams, I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says
She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over that thing called love
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over, my friends, count along
Counting days till it’s over, my friends
Till it’s over that thing called love
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone. I’m sure it will find its way
To redeem and blossom
‘Cause I know the black rose will find its home
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh
Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone. I’m sure it will find its way
To redeem and blossom
‘Cause I know the black rose will find its home
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