Lyrics Counting - No-Man

Counting

You swallowed your pride
Moved back to the town you knew —
The place where you’d hide
When it all seemed too much for you
When you’re up
You long to see real faces.
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When you’re down
You wish the world would run aground.
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Closing the door
You pull down the dusty blinds
Rubbing your eyes
You find ways to kill the time
It’s seven-o-clock, then it’s quarter to eight
You’d get out of the house
But you’ve left it too late again
When you’re up
You want to hear real voices.
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When you’re down
You wish the world would make no sound.
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When you’re up
You try to find real love again.
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When you’re down
You wish the world could not be found.
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