Sum 41 - Count Your Last Blessings(Джедаи на работе) | Текст песни

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Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch strong head that was straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitching on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me!

Misery's best friend
Dead be on dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell of the wagon
Im 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

Misery's best friend
Dead be on dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell of the wagon
Im chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time

My own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
[x2]

Misery's best friend
Dead be on dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
[x2]


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