Counting - No-Man

You swallowed your pride

Moved back to the town you knew —

The place where you’d hide

When it all seemed too much for you

When you’re up

You long to see real faces.

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When you’re down

You wish the world would run aground.

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Closing the door

You pull down the dusty blinds

Rubbing your eyes

You find ways to kill the time

It’s seven-o-clock, then it’s quarter to eight

You’d get out of the house

But you’ve left it too late again

When you’re up

You want to hear real voices.

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When you’re down

You wish the world would make no sound.

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When you’re up

You try to find real love again.

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When you’re down

You wish the world could not be found.

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