Count your Last Blessings

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Count your Last Blessings”
Last call for regret and defeat To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch-drunk headed straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitchin on the road of decline With no-name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me! (Help me! Help me!) Misery's best friend (Let!) Dead beat on dead end (Go!) A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean Self-elect resident reject (Let go!) A bad habit Don't forget that you better Count your last blessings I fell off the wagon Chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't say the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me (Help me! Help me!) Misery's best friend (Let!) Dead beat on dead end (Go!) A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean Self-elect resident reject (Let go!) A bad habit Don't forget that you better Count your last blessings I fell off the wagon Chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial (denial, denial) Misery's best friend (Let!) Dead beat on dead end (Go!) A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean Self-elect resident reject (Let go!) A bad habit Don't forget that you better Count your last blessings I fell off the wagon Chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time Misery's best friend (Let!) Dead beat on dead end (Go!) A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean Self-elect resident reject (Let go!) A bad habit Don't forget that you better Count your last blessings I fell off the wagon Chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time

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