| Song | Counting Mercies |
| Artist | Jann Arden |
| Album | Everything Almost |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When we’ve been though, all this? | |
| It goes to prove, how much we fit | |
| We’ve made mistakes, we fail a lot | |
| But here we are, look what we’ve got | |
| Count the mercy, count the pain | |
| Summer’s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
| Nobody said, that life was fair | |
| You do your best, and hope like hell | |
| You grit your teeth, | |
| And bite your tongue, | |
| You hold your heart, out to the sun | |
| and Count your mercies, count your pain | |
| Summer’s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
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| If this is it, and now it’s done | |
| I’m more than glad, for all I’ve won | |
| To feel your love, has been my life | |
| I hope you know, that I’ll be fine. | |
| I’m counting mercies, counting pain | |
| Summer’s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all. |
| When we' ve been though, all this? | |
| It goes to prove, how much we fit | |
| We' ve made mistakes, we fail a lot | |
| But here we are, look what we' ve got | |
| Count the mercy, count the pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
| Nobody said, that life was fair | |
| You do your best, and hope like hell | |
| You grit your teeth, | |
| And bite your tongue, | |
| You hold your heart, out to the sun | |
| and Count your mercies, count your pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
| If this is it, and now it' s done | |
| I' m more than glad, for all I' ve won | |
| To feel your love, has been my life | |
| I hope you know, that I' ll be fine. | |
| I' m counting mercies, counting pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all. |
| When we' ve been though, all this? | |
| It goes to prove, how much we fit | |
| We' ve made mistakes, we fail a lot | |
| But here we are, look what we' ve got | |
| Count the mercy, count the pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
| Nobody said, that life was fair | |
| You do your best, and hope like hell | |
| You grit your teeth, | |
| And bite your tongue, | |
| You hold your heart, out to the sun | |
| and Count your mercies, count your pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all | |
| If this is it, and now it' s done | |
| I' m more than glad, for all I' ve won | |
| To feel your love, has been my life | |
| I hope you know, that I' ll be fine. | |
| I' m counting mercies, counting pain | |
| Summer' s running from my shame | |
| All the blessings, all the falls | |
| Count the days when, we almost had it all. |