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Count your blessings and know what it means to fail
Without the taste of blood
How can you survive a simple cut
'Cause you'll never be numb enough
I’ve got some lessons to learn
I don't wanna feel alone just yet
But I ain't afraid of anybody telling me to fix that feeling
Kissing fists don't make me crazy if I love it baby
Just trust me when I say I'm all right
Bruised cut swollen and beat up
But never felt so alive
Twist your knife
Forever known as no one to no one
Always a waste and always a has-been
You wanna talk about ghosts? Well take a seat son
Look like you've seen one, walk and talk like you might be one
Tell me if those stars around your head
Make you feel less dead than anyone else has
Kick the bucket if you've lost control
'Cause you don't have to prove to me that you've got soul
Just trust me when I say I'm all right
Bruised cut swollen and beat up
But never felt so alive
Twist your knife
I see him across the room
His pain is calling to you
Straight to the face for old times sake
I see him across the room
His face is calling to you
Let's beat each other up again
Count your blessings and know what it means to fail
Without the taste of, without the taste of...
Just trust me when I say I'm all right
Bruised cut swollen and beat up
But never felt so alive
Twist your knife
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Come On Up
04:08
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It's gettin' kinda lonely up here in the clouds
Waitin' for rain to come down
Wash me out
Let's float away
Seems like the only way out is down
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
To be a deadbeat shootin' drugs under a bridge on the wrong side of town
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
To think gettin' this high was only a waste of time
I'm not the artist I once was
These eyes now burn for marriage
But these ears are getting way too old to learn anything new
Speak to me clearly, shoot right through me
I'm not too old to learn anything new
I bet you've got it left in you
You've still got it left in you
There's gotta be something left in you
You got it
There's gotta be something left other than another deadbeat shootin' drugs on the wrong side of town again
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
To think getting this high was only a waste of time
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like
To be a deadbeat shootin' drugs under a bridge on the wrong side of town
And I'm still gettin' kinda lonely up here in the clouds
Baby I don't wanna come down
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