In the final hours
With all my toydreams tattered
With all my singing scattered,
Out upon the wind
And now the end
Will find me
Not prepared
And strong, the way I thought I was
But thinking from the start
How very chord I was
As though it mattered now
Now the dying flowers
Sing an old song that haunts me
And now, nobo - dy wants me
All alone (all alone)
Lost between the last of summer - showers
These are the fi - nal ho - urs
( In the final hours
In the final hours )
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