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Eleventh Hour

 

 

At the eleventh hour

You slip away

I try to deny, what I have to say

Walls will never do, for me and you

 

I see hesitation; in your eyes

You don’t want to tell; I know why

But I’ll be around anyway; to hear your song and play.

I find; your worth to tell the truth

And I you have the courage, to let it out

 

I’ll sit back, and I’ll try to hear.

A simple handshake, can be seen as lust

But don’t tremble, the warmth of your touch is enough

Just think sweet dreams with a little love on the side; You’ll be fine

But in the morning; if I’m gone

Don’t think of me, as being wrong.

Behind these eyes you cannot check

You don’t see the twisted wreck.

 

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