Looking at the danger, Looking face to face. Your friends are strangers, Caught up in the race. Your money ain't no good, Got nothing left to sell. Hands of Fate, closed the gate To your wishing well. Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings. Watch the mirror as it falls, Seven years of bad luck is on. You're hearing voices, You're back against the wall. You've got two choices... Make a move or take a fall. Fingers start twitching, Mind can't concentrate.
Step on back, can't attack, Think about what's at stake Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings. Watch the mirror as it falls, Seven years of bad luck is on. Gunpowder flashes, White rock burns. Cut loose those stashes, Some people never learn. Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Not a pretty picture, But it's to late to realize... Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Aim the gun... Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings.
Marta Gabriel - Count Your Blessings Lyrics
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Looking at the danger, Looking face to face. Your friends are strangers, Caught up in the race. Your money ain't no good, Got nothing left to sell. Hands of Fate, closed the gate To your wishing well. Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings. Watch the mirror as it falls, Seven years of bad luck is on. You're hearing voices, You're back against the wall. You've got two choices... Make a move or take a fall. Fingers start twitching, Mind can't concentrate.
Step on back, can't attack, Think about what's at stake Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings. Watch the mirror as it falls, Seven years of bad luck is on. Gunpowder flashes, White rock burns. Cut loose those stashes, Some people never learn. Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Not a pretty picture, But it's to late to realize... Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Aim the gun... Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings.
Step on back, can't attack, Think about what's at stake Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings. Watch the mirror as it falls, Seven years of bad luck is on. Gunpowder flashes, White rock burns. Cut loose those stashes, Some people never learn. Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Not a pretty picture, But it's to late to realize... Aim the gun at the mirror, 'Cause the mirror never lies. Aim the gun... Count Your Blessings. Count Your Blessings.
Writer: JACKIE WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing