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So much tenderness, it’s hard to understand
But I know my feelings are safe in your hands
I can count on you, I can trust you to be
Every thing you
Yeah count it up
You already know the deal
You niggas know what I dealt
Let just be for real
And while you at it young you
Just keep your
high
Cross my heart (Count, count count, count it)
And hope to die (Count, count count, count it)
With my slice (Count, count, count, count it)
Speed it up and get it back
Make it count where it at
Leave it up every time
Can you handle it? Can you handle it?
Baby, don't make me
Count
and let it out and count on me
Count on me
(For doing my share)
Count on me
(You know that I care)
Count on me
(I'll always be there)
Count on me
Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you
Count every
Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you
Count every
The artists and the poets fill up every jail
Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush
Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love
Ah, I was seventeen
Call me mesmerized
Somewhat hypnotized
Somehow in conversation
I'm lost in sweet temptation
Every word you say
Always never the same
I can't
Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you
Count every
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you
Count every
Count the days
Here's a church, here's a steeple
Here's a muthafucka that I gotta blow away
Here's my chance 2 cure the ills of the people
But
Count every star in the midnight sky
Count every rose, every firefly
For that's how many times I miss you
Heaven knows I miss you
Count every
And baby the words can't express my gratitude
For each and every little thing you do, oh yeah
I want you to understand
You're all the man
That I love
And baby the words can't express my gratitude
For each and every little thing you do, oh yeah
I want you to understand
You're all the man
That I love
Yeah count it up
You already know the deal
You niggas know what I dealt
Let just be for real
And while you at it young you
Just keep your
Got guilt, got hurt, got shame on me
Got six magazines that's aimed at me
Done every magazine, what's fame to me? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
It's
'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time
Every second counts
When I am with you
I think you are a pig
You should be in a zoo
I guess I should've known
I'd end up on my own
Every second
laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on, she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she
When you were very young
The world was younger than you
As merry as a carousel
The circus tent was thrilling
With every star in the sky
Above
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl you're through
Sit there, and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue
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