Songs I Write

Final Hour

Final Hour

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Everything's a little different
Your smile's a little down
I know I shouldn't have fallen with him
Or maybe I should have somehow

I'm pacing back and forth
Hoping you'll be alone
Waiting by the telephone
For you to walk through the door
And say, baby, I'm all yours, all yours

Lives are in the making
And lives are falling out
My father's knife's no longer staining my mind
And in his final hour

I'm pacing back and forth
Hoping you'll be alone
Waiting by the telephone
For you to walk through the door
And say, baby, I'm all yours, all yours

Your smile's a little down
What happened to that frown?
What happened to your town?
Why aren't you around?

Where did you go?
And why did you leave?
Where do you roam
When you're alone and missing me?

Now you pace back and forth
Knowing you'll be alone
Waiting by the telephone
Though you know I'm gone and not coming home
Saying, baby, I'm all yours, all yours
Baby, I'm yours
I'm yours
All yours

We're parts of each other
You and me, we're a whole
Without the other
We miss part of home
So, when my heart stopped beating
You made yours pause
In your mind you were thinking
Baby, I'm all yours, all yours

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