say, if hesitation is what kills, now you've lost everything You're way too late, because I'm already gone, for now im out, I guess im saving myself
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
for the ones with their radio signal Calling for bonfires and boycotts they rave Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners While counting the bucks of advertising they'll save
I can't take the fights I'm bleeding tonight Well are we down again We're more than friends Taking me all the way I'm waiting I'm saving all the words
your fingers, but still you can't let it go I'm lost and found in some low end of luxury (I'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's
a fuck about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
the ones with their radio signal Calling for bonfires and boycotts they rave Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners While counting the bucks of advertising they'll save
Dirty hands they steal guitars But I see you better with the stars All the girls are crazy except you They never heard of Emmylou Remember laughing just because? Remember nights without a cause? I found myself
Wrapped inside you like a diamond waiting for the dark to burn away counting on your heartbeat's constant rhythm to carry me back to myself all of
count to infinity twice Grow me a big beard, star quotin' Shakespeare Take a crystal ball gypsy's advice Yeah anything to get over you, baby Whatever it takes to save
I've got nowhere else to hide I'm so damn torn! Can I just save myself tonight? Oh, I've gotta just take my time Down the freeway lines That count my
signs are in the stars. Told myself I lost my mind, but he's been here all this time. I wonder where we are? The sky is laced in tar. I count my days
