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Hợp âm Count Your Last Blessings

Nhạc: Sum 41
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[Intro 1]
[Am][G]
[D][F]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Last call for regret and defeat
To [G]finish the bottle full
of empty dreams
[D]Punch drunk head is straight out of line
An[F]other excuse with no alibi
[Am]Hitchin' on the road of decline
With [G]no-name streets streets
and no vital signs
[D]I pissed away the best of me, and
[F]No one can help me!
[Am][F][Am]

[Verse 2]
[Am]Misery's best friend [C]can't be a dead-end
[F]A A bag full of regrets[Em],
and I'm coming clean
[Am]Some feel it, especial[C]ly the rejects
[F]A bad habit; don't for
[Em]get it: you better
[Am]Count your last blessings and
fill up [Em]the wagon
[F]Chases its feet
And [Em]now I'm [F]running [Am]out of time

[Interlude 1]
[Am][G]
[D][F]

[Verse 3]
My [Am]hands are tied and nailed to the cross
I'm [G]looking for all the
composure I lost
[D]I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster[F]-child vision vision of wasted youth
I [Am]dodged the book and found the key
I [G]can't say the same for dignity
[D]I pissed away the best of me, [F]and
No one can help me!
[Am][F]

[Verse 4]
[Am]Misery's best friend [C]can't be a dead-end
[F]A A bag full of regrets[Em],
and I'm coming [Am]clean
Some feel it, espe[C]cially the rejects
[F]A bad habit; don't forget
[Em]it: you better
[Am]Count your last blessings and
[Em]fill up the wagon
[F]Chases its feet
And now [Em]I'm running out

[Interlude 2]
of time
[Am][F]
[C][Em]
[Am]

[Verse 5]
[Am]My own ene[F]my
I don't hear you [C]now
Perfect [Em]tragedy
God bless us [Am]denial
My own en[F]emy
I don't hear you [C]now
Perfect [Em]tragedy
God bless us [Am]denial

[Verse 6]
[Am]Misery's best friend [C]can't be a dead-end
[F]A A bag full of regrets[Em],
and I'm coming clean
[Am]Some feel it, especial[C]ly the rejects
[F]A bad habit; don't for
[Em]get it: you better
[Am]Count your last blessings and
[Em]fill up the wagon
[F]Chases its feet
And now [Em]I'm running out of time

[Verse 7]
[Am]Misery's best friend [C]can't be a dead-end
[F]A A bag full of r[Em]egrets, and
I'm coming [Am]clean
Some feel it, espe[C]cially the rejects
[F]A bad habit; don't for
[Em]get it: you better
[Am]Count your last blessings and
[Em]fill up the wagon
[F]Chases its feet
And now [Em]I'm running out
of [Am]time

[Outro 1]
[Am]
[G][D]
[F][Am]
[G]
[F]
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