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This Was Their Finest Hour

de Winston Churchill

I'm tired of fighting you so i'll say what you want me to
You know we're gonna wake up tomorrow
We're back to where we began, let's start it over again
Our voices breaking, steal and borrow

You hold your tongue, your words are locked up in your lungs
So i'll come at it quietly, i just want some honesty
Well you know that i can't ease your sorrow

But i am yours, yours, yours
If you love me, make your mind up
I am yours, yours, yours
If you love me make your mind up

So i leave with an open hand, your grip pulls me back again
We're all together, lost in nowhere
You say what you mean it babe, tomorrow's a different way
The story's changed but reasons are there
And now you hold your tongue, you're trying not to come undone
But all i need is won so baby speak your words and take me somewhere

'cause i am yours, yours, yours
If you love me, make your mind up
I am yours, yours, yours
If you love me make your mind up

You wanted me to let you
You wanted me to let you in and i tried, i tried
You wanted me to let you
You wanted me to let you in and i tried
But thre're ain't no way else to tell you that

I am yours, yours, yours
If you love me, make your mind up
I am yours, yours, yours
If you love me, make your mind up,
Come on and make your mind up, cause i am yours

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