She says she's leaving but
Cos in the cold light of the
And the shadows fall deepest at night
But all the same, you know,
There's no way to be certain
Cos the good times just fly by so fast
And if I hear a voice confessing, telling me to count my blessings,
try to understand, you've got to get it straight before it's too late.
It shouldn't take me very
Girl, I love you, there's no more to say
Do I hear a voice confessing?
Telling me to count my blessings?
we've got to get it straight before it's too late
And do I hear a voice confessing,
telling me to count my blessings, and try to understand?
You gotta get it straight,
And do I hear a voice confessing,
telling me to count my blessings?
you've got to get it straight before it's too late
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