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Count down the days until destruction,
until the day your taken by your destiny,
away from me.

count the tears that will drip to the floor,
when reality strikes,
and I know your really gone.

Count the songs on the radio,
that remind me of you,
and all the things that weve been through.

Count the days on your fingers,
that I wont think of you,
because an armless man could.





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