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| 8 3/25/01 The Eleventh Hour They say it�ll all end, When that clock hits Eleven past, The old grandfather clock will start chiming, Killing off something of yours each time. But if u had to lose just about everything, And save the best for last, What would it be? Can you put your self up to that test? Almost time think fast� Oh no too late. Screw my possessions Who needs intelligence? Won�t hurt to lose my skills but Letting go of my creativity would be hard Say good bye to my family and Screw all my friends Lose all hope and Kill all my dreams Forget about my happiness cause I have to watch, The one I care for most of all disappear off this earth, then Take my own life cause after the tenth chime life�s not worth livin That�s my eleven, how bout yours? Would you survive, The Eleventh Hour? |