| Count, what of it would count?
|
| Sunset on your scars
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| These were the best of all of us
|
| Just sailing in the white light
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| Covering the dark, come
|
| And you make your iris
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| Turn in your nose, right far
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| Till I’m not found, found
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| Till I’m not found, found
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| Standing on a golden skies
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| Tempting one of your eyes
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| Send in the warden
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| I’mma be the hardest gun
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| 'Cause I’m not done
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| Feed me to your starving hounds
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| Lost in the cold earth
|
| Sinking on the foreign parts
|
| And I’m not found, found, found, found
|
| Give me to your starving hounds
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| Give me to your starving hounds
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| Count, what of it would count?
|
| Sunset on your scars
|
| These were the best of all of us
|
| Just sailing in the white light
|
| Covering the dark, come
|
| And you make your iris
|
| Turn in your nose, right far
|
| Feed me to your starving hounds
|
| Lost in the cold earth
|
| Sinking on the foreign parts
|
| Feed me to your starving hounds
|
| 'Cause none of it counts
|
| Lost in the cold earth
|
| Sinking on the foreign parts
|
| And I’m not found, found, found |