The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Count The Voices | Текст песни

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You've had a fight with everyone
Come out tonight, it'll be ok
I tell you mother would be proud
So lets do it anyway

I've fallen out with everyone
There's a black dog chasing me
It can turn on anyone
I hope this drink will set it free

I'm shaking from the inside out
I've lost control and I don't care
My eyes are sharp but I can't see
I can feel it in the air

Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight
Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight

There's a fight inside of you
Now I want you close to me
Look at me I feel it too
This is how it's supposed to be

There's this spark that I can't see
I'm renewed but you are dying
If you make it out of me
We must set the world apart

Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight
Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight

((too hard to labour)
Maybe god lives on weather/whether...
.....
.....)

Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight
Count the voices
Raise your colours from the dust
Futile urges
You wanna fight, you gotta fight


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