@erikabearden608

2 years ago

Lyrics “Counting Cards" Picture me counting cards, dear, pick any kind you like Picture them colored red, dear, black will hold back the light For the stars in our eyes are just diamonds, broke Jokes we tell to laugh, dear, laugh to hold back the pain Pain is in the mind, dear, stars are much the same Gone in the time it takes the light to reach In time you'll find we're blind to the things we don't believe Picture us out in Vegas counting bills before a show Spending em from New Orleans where we spent the week before And the stars in our eyes are the lights from the flash Pictures of us in black, dear, rolling on the red Carpets laid on concrete counting billboards where we've read That the stars of our minds shine bright in the dark Like diamonds, diamonds Hearts in our cards and our silver strung guitars say hear me when I call, hear me when I come in late You're wide awake, I'm sorry is not enough, I'm sorry I'm not enough to stay Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that lever you take, that lever you hold Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that levy you break, that levy you hold Paint me red, paint me red, picture that, picture that Picture us and God shaking hands just because we can Like DMC we run this shit, Run DMC what's tricky to get we got Watch me murder this, watch me murder this Planes fly due west, and plain in my view is the blame for the fault in our stars, counting cards in the dark We sit and talk, bleeding it out, believing that all our stars are just diamonds Hearts in our cards and our silver strung guitars say hear me when I call, hear me when I come in late You're wide awake, I'm sorry is not enough, I'm sorry I'm not enough to stay Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that lever you take, that lever you hold Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that levy you break, that levy you hold Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that lever you take, that lever you hold Faded by, in time with the back of your bed am I that levy you break, that levy you hold Picture me counting cards, dear, picture me counting cards

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