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. |