John Mark Mcmillan - Counting On

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when the night stops pushing up the day
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when the miles drop me on the open planes
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when iave lost grace with the lady of the dawn
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youare what iam counting on
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youare what iam counting on

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where the hounds run and track me in my sleep
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when i canat trust the company i keep
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when iave pushed past the point of pressing on
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youare what iam counting on
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youare what iam counting on

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iam throwing stones
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up at your window
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iam casting shadows
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upon your door

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where the bombs break right outside my door
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and i canat shake the onset of my wars
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when the stakes are raised and we hold the hand weave drawn
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youare what iam counting on

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iam throwing stones
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up at your window
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iam casting shadows
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upon your door