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I count my blessings on a three by five card and sure the world's got swings and other things but they ain't in my yard and you know the trouble is I'm gone before I go and plant a seed and know that kids don't think about this half as much as me so come on tell me why the hell we spend all of our time working so so hard chorus: and if it's not the laundry it's something fucking else and if it ain't the TV it's something on the shelf I thought it was my big brain and it fucking might as well and the evidence says someone just packed it all to sell I count my blessings on a February shard And it's too cold to go outside Too many games of cards And the trouble is I've got too many things that I don't need And I hope to God I die before I make another me And I can tell that we've gone well past the line before we hit the bottom hard So hard SongtexteChorus x 2 And it isn't one thing that's clipping my wings But I don't need much to feel hung, About, without, and when in doubt A little scream filling up my lungs I wish I hadn't seen Some things have made my heart feel beestung I kept the tickets in a forty-five But I traded them for rain While I'm still around Chorus x 2 Aus Songtexte Mania