Cradle up there's a fragile life
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You can paint the picture pretty
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But it serves as no disguise
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Its only getting later now
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And you've become a waste of time
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The silver spoon won't feed your friends
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Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands
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Count me in and I'll be the one
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To take the knife out of your spine
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Cause I know you'd be the first
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To bury the blade deeper into mine
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Into mine
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Living on this charming life
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You can write the prefect setting
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But the story I'm not buying
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We're only getting older now
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And you've become a waste of time
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The silver spoon won't feed your friends
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Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands
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Count me in and I'll be the one
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To take the knife out of your spine
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Cause I know you'd be the first
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To bury the blade, to bury the blade
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I'm counting on you to bury the blade
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Count me in and I'll be the one
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To take the knife out of your spine
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Cause i know you'll be the one
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To bury the blade but she's still in mine
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Count me in and I'll be the one
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To take the knife out of your spine
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Cause I know you'd be the first
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To bury the blade deeper into mine
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Count me in, count me in
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Count me in, count me in
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To bury the blade deep in your spine
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Count Me In
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Framing Hanley |