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Count Me In
Cradled up, there's a fragile life
You can paint the picture pretty
But it serves as no disguise
Its only getting later now and you've become a waste of time
The silver spoon won't feed you, friends
Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands?
Count me in,
And I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade deeper into mine
You're living up this charming life
You can write the perfect setting
But the story I'm not buying
We're only getting older now and you've become a waste of time
The silver spoon won't feed you, friends
Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands
Count me in,
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade, to bury the blade
I'm counting on you to bury the blade
Count me in and I'll be the one
To take the knife out of your spine
Cause I know that you'd be the one
To bury the blade, but she's still mine
Count me in,
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade deeper into mine
Count me in, count me in
Count me in, count me in
To bury the blade deep in your spine
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To bury the blade deep in your spine
Count me in, count me in
Count me in, count me in
To bury the blade deeper into mine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
Count me in,
To bury the blade, but she's still mine
Cause I know that you'd be the one
To take the knife out of your spine
Count me in and I'll be the one
I'm counting on you to bury the blade
To bury the blade, to bury the blade
'Cause I know you'd be the first
I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
Count me in,
Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands
The silver spoon won't feed you, friends
We're only getting older now and you've become a waste of time
But the story I'm not buying
You can write the perfect setting
You're living up this charming life
To bury the blade deeper into mine
'Cause I know you'd be the first
And I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
Count me in,
Does life taste bitter when you eat with your hands?
The silver spoon won't feed you, friends
Its only getting later now and you've become a waste of time
But it serves as no disguise
You can paint the picture pretty
Cradled up, there's a fragile life
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