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SUM 41 lyrics : "Count your Last Blessings"

Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed straight out of line

Another excuse with no alibi
Hitchin' on the road of decline
With the no-name streets and no vital signs

I pissed away the best of me
And no one can help me


Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject

A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet

And now I'm running out of time

My hands are tied and nailed to the cross

I'm looking for all the composure I lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster child vision of wasted youth

I dodged the book and found the key
I can't say the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me

And no one can help me

Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end

A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better

Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time


Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now

Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
My own enemy

I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial


Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean

The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings

I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of
Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end

A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better

Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time

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