Texty:
New Order Every Little Counts

Every second counts Every little counts When I am with you You make me feel so good I never felt so new I saw you long ago Though you never let it show Every little counts

Every second counts Every little counts When I am with you You make me feel so good I never felt so new I saw you long ago Though you never let it show Every little counts

Every second counts Every little counts When I am with you You make me feel so good I never felt so new I saw you long ago Though you never let it show Every little counts

hiccups, excuse me, sorry. Score a 100 gs every time I play atari. Put a hole in the old gold, blast the bacardi. On the dance floor, hype moves I be freakin'. Makin' new steps up every

To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next

sluggish posture, See I wait a lifetime just to pierce these spears though the bellies of every monster. 10 little warriors sit on a picket fence, Ordering

really care write what I like Say every type of prayer oh yeah be aware Yo a little bit of shhh for me A little bit of quiet for the MC A little bit

All the food they can eat All the screamers and squealers When they walk down the street Yeah. He's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count

wait for me in this, the Phantom's opera . . .? RAOUL (to CHRISTINE, very tenderly) Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care - but every hope and every