Brett Anderson - I Count the Times | Текст песни

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Let the game begin
I think I know where you’ve been
Wrapped in aching eye
Cause that gray flashed in your eyes
When you tremble like a rose
Still dressed in summer clothes, still suffering

This pattern’s in your hair
The flowers faint when you’re near
You don’t understand me
I don’t pretend to be that clear
Till I tremble like the rose
How do I follow where you go, still suffering?

I count the times
I’ve read the signs
I follow you
Ten steps behind
I draw the line
I count the times
You burnt me

I count the times
I made some plans
I used to think of someone’s hands
I draw the line
I count the times
You burnt me

Do I tremble like the rose
Or do I follow where you go, still suffering?
On the fingers of one’s hands
I can’t count the times you came to nothing

I count the times
I’ve read the signs
I follow you
Ten steps behind
I draw the line
I count the times
You burnt me

And all the words I’ve never said
And all the things I never did
I draw the line
I count the times
You burnt me

You burnt me

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