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Count The Hours Wise

Don?t ask how I?m getting along. Looking at pictures of good days long gone. Can?t help but feel the sky is falling, can?t help but feel the cold dirt

(pressure) i make tracks for the certified for the b-boys for the disempowered for the unemployed for the worried mothers counting Roseries for my friends

be said If it's bleak, or if the week's leaking down the street Or if any days wasted I wanna face facts My time on this earth is my only penny Wise is the gent counting

a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count

[GIBBON] Turn back, O man Forswear thy foolish ways Old now is earth And none may count her days Yet thou, her child Whose head is crowned with

of the dead Stumbled round this old sundial, there these words I read I only got the sunny hours, brightest hours of day I never count the gloomy hours

What's the total, count it, no count it over in the mix Day goin' slower, nope, not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over

could at least let me know, other companies do That includes pizza hut when they stoped i got told I had been going there since i was 16 years old, with long hours

unsolveable questions to jeopardy murder serenade computer thought device I empower woke and counted every molecule on earth in one hour invade your