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Eleventh Hour

I'm fed up with your ten cent love.

I'm not fed up with trying.

Don't want more promises to lift me up.

I won't leave without rising.

when all you do is drag me down,

But I will hold you safe.

the earth has swallowed me whole and,

My arms were all your space.

you can't save me now,

Now I refuse to face it.

I'm fed up with your ten cent love,

Then it's overdue I change it.

Empty dinner tables, refill my cup,

I'll pour you shared-sip tea,

I can't wait at this bar alone another hour,

Then leave, and wait with me.

I can't watch my heart crumble anymore,

I hold it safe and patch it,

So pack up your bags and go with the wind,

I won't, but I will catch it.

to where ever wind should take you,

I think it's blowing north.

Don't make it bleed more than it has to,

My blood will run it's course.

Because I'm dying anyway, and my soul

is at the bottom,

**I won't let you fade away, and my hands

will break the coffin**

of a jar of pennies I'll use till sunset

to get me by

**You can tell that we're not done yet,

By the blood red tears I cry.**

Don't make me beg, don't throw another dime

in my direction, don't try to buy something that

you cannot afford

**I would never let our house of time,

Or familiy collapse.

The final word.**

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connor-ruther
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Sep 27, 2014
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