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Stick the Sword in your side, rub salt in your wound

Stick needles in your eyes, you’ll be forgiven soon

But that won’t make it better, that won’t numb the pain

It won’t change the weather, only you can stop the rain

I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky

And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die

Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3

Count your blessings 1, 2, 3

No more punishment beatings, no more little broken hearts

No more self defeating, no more teardrops in the dark

Cos that won’t make it easier, it won’t get you out of there

Give your memories to amnesia, it’s not your cross to bear

I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky

And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die

Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3

Count your blessings 1, 2, 3

What’s the use in crying, what good is there in blame

What’s the use in trying, if you keep it all the same

Ring a ring a rosie, a pocket full of white

Don’t stop your eyes from closing

Get up, stand, be a man, get off your knees tonight

I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky

And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die

Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3

Count your blessings

I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky

And the night has got the better of me and I think I'

m gonna die

Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3

Count your blessings

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