Number Nine

A Don't believe another song could ever change the world. A Don't believe that little boys grow up to be little girls. D Don't believe the wishing ever really made it so A Don't believe you loved me you don't tell me any more C B/G A Don't believe that suicide could ever open up any doors A Can't count on my lucky star I don't know where its at A Can't count on my fingers I got more sence than that D Can't count on my money, it all goes to pay the rent. A Can't count on philosphers, they don't know what they meant C G There's a time for couting one by one A a time for counting whats been spent {name: Chorus} A E D A Some people live their lives like they're on number nine A E D A But I'm gonna be around for a long, long time. A I see a stately temple standing in a trance, I see the saints of God breaking into dance! D I see a band of angels running up and down the stairs A I see a thousand sparrows loating in the air D B/G A I see a love sick savior and I can see the scars that he wears