Sum 41 - Count Your Last Blessings - text písně

Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drung headed straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitchin' on the road of decline
With the no-name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and no one can help me!

I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm 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

I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time

Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
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I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
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Přidal: Ondra dne 14. 05. 2008 v 16:33.
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