It's so hard to count your blessings
When your blessings are obsessing
With the rafter and the noose
And all the things you got to lose
So hard to count your blessings
When I'm not with you
You're so quick to be confessing
When the priest is still in session
And you'd rather fake the blues
Than to debate the good old news
You're so quick to be confessing
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort it out
All of these verbs and all of these nouns
It's so hard to feel rejected
When you miss the right adjective
To describe with wit and intellect
Where both your lives do intersect
So hard to feel rejected
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort this out
Do you believe or do you doubt
Do you have a feeling that you feel you can allow
Our language to bond those verbs and those nouns
It's high time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
High time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
After
¡Son Turistas! - Our Language Lyrics
¡Son Turistas! - Our Language Lyrics
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It's so hard to count your blessings
When your blessings are obsessing
With the rafter and the noose
And all the things you got to lose
So hard to count your blessings
When I'm not with you
You're so quick to be confessing
When the priest is still in session
And you'd rather fake the blues
Than to debate the good old news
You're so quick to be confessing
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort it out
All of these verbs and all of these nouns
It's so hard to feel rejected
When you miss the right adjective
To describe with wit and intellect
Where both your lives do intersect
So hard to feel rejected
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort this out
Do you believe or do you doubt
Do you have a feeling that you feel you can allow
Our language to bond those verbs and those nouns
It's high time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
High time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
After
When your blessings are obsessing
With the rafter and the noose
And all the things you got to lose
So hard to count your blessings
When I'm not with you
You're so quick to be confessing
When the priest is still in session
And you'd rather fake the blues
Than to debate the good old news
You're so quick to be confessing
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort it out
All of these verbs and all of these nouns
It's so hard to feel rejected
When you miss the right adjective
To describe with wit and intellect
Where both your lives do intersect
So hard to feel rejected
When I'm not with you
Do you believe that we can sort this out
Do you believe or do you doubt
Do you have a feeling that you feel you can allow
Our language to bond those verbs and those nouns
It's high time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
High time we got shit right
So I'll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight
Cause everyone knows better way
After
Writer: Henrik Schimkus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid