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• Artiste: Make Do And Mend
• Titre: Count
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Scratch your days in the wall. Count your nights like the friends that never call. Peel the skin from your fingers 'til there's nothing at all. You can tell by this mess that this is something you never through you'd miss. Is it breaking you down or just breaking your fall? It's too early to call. I'm going blind from staring at my feet. Don't be alarmed when you can't find the company I keep. Keep you ear to ground. Ignore the sound of it only getting worse, And crack a smile if it won't crack you first. Dead-end year spent waiting for a break you don't deserve. I'm going blind from staring at my feet. Don't be alarmed when you can't find the company I keep, Because I don't mind these fingernails stuck between my teeth. I'll cross my fingers and pray that they don't break. I'll pray that I don't one day point them towards the mirror-glass, And wonder who I see staring back at me. One day who I am and what I lack won't be the same thing.