Framing Hanley - Count Me In Lyrics
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Count Me In
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What Are The Lyrics For Count Me In By Framing Hanley?
Cradle up there's a fragile life
You can paint the picture pretty But it serves as no disguise Its only getting later now And you've become a waste of time The silver spoon won't feed your friends Cause life tastes bitter when your eat with your hands Count me in and I'll be the one To take the knife out of your spine Cause I know you'd be the first To bury the blade deeper into mine Into mine Living on this charming life You can write the prefect setting But the story I'm not buying We're only getting older now And you've become a waste of time The silver spoon won't feed your friends Cause life tastes bitter when your eat with your hands Count me in and I'll be the one To take the knife out of your spine Cause I know you'd be the first To bury the blade, to bury the blade Im counting on you to bury the blade Count me in and I'll be the one To take the knife out of your spine Cause I know you'll be the one To bury the blade but she's still in mine Count me in and I'll be the one To take the knife out of your spine Cause I know you'd be the first To bury the blade deeper into mine Count me in, count me in Count me in, count me in To bury the blade deep in your spine |
Who Wrote Count Me In By Framing Hanley?
Brandon Christopher Wootten, Jonathan Luke Mcduffee, Kenneth W. Nixon, Steven Christopher Vest, Timothy Huskinson, Timothy Matthew Huskinson
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What's The Duration Of The Count Me In By Framing Hanley?The duration of Count Me In is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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