The Thought That Counts Lyrics

	作词 : Bacon, Fellows, Glaisher ...
	It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a good alibi
	Such a trip, such a ride, I don't believe you
	Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip
	It's a slave with a whip, and it will beat you
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	It's a kick, it's a find, putting out party lines
	Before you can realise, you've been enlisted
	Start to talk - nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns
	What used to be so loud is just a whisper
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	The well is running dry, the clock is going slow
	The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go.
	Oh yeah oh no
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you're down, you're halfway home and that's the thought that counts
	It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a slip, it's a drive
	Like a curse on your lips, it's a slave with a whip
	Chasing shadows

	zuo ci : Bacon, Fellows, Glaisher ...
	It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a good alibi
	Such a trip, such a ride, I don' t believe you
	Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip
	It' s a slave with a whip, and it will beat you
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	It' s a kick, it' s a find, putting out party lines
	Before you can realise, you' ve been enlisted
	Start to talk nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns
	What used to be so loud is just a whisper
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	The well is running dry, the clock is going slow
	The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go.
	Oh yeah oh no
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re halfway home and that' s the thought that counts
	It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a slip, it' s a drive
	Like a curse on your lips, it' s a slave with a whip
	Chasing shadows

	zuò cí : Bacon, Fellows, Glaisher ...
	It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a good alibi
	Such a trip, such a ride, I don' t believe you
	Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip
	It' s a slave with a whip, and it will beat you
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	It' s a kick, it' s a find, putting out party lines
	Before you can realise, you' ve been enlisted
	Start to talk nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns
	What used to be so loud is just a whisper
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts
	Oh yeah
	The well is running dry, the clock is going slow
	The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go.
	Oh yeah oh no
	Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round
	But when you' re down, you' re halfway home and that' s the thought that counts
	It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a slip, it' s a drive
	Like a curse on your lips, it' s a slave with a whip
	Chasing shadows

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