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The Hours by Mary Milne

All across the faded lines
the cart men came
fed us lies and lullabyes
and cups filled up with rain

and now you're half out on the highway
your quarter in the wind
and you're still holding out for better
you're still holding out for him

and we dream in broke down towers
get locked out in the cold
and it funny how these are the hours
you want back when you get old

well there ain't one word I know of
to make a lover stay
and come on Ruth, sometimes the truth
just gets in the way

and your coroner has called it
now you're cold as tin
and whatever side you land on
there's nothing left to win

and we dream in brokedown towers
get locked out in the cold
ain't it funny how these are the hours
you want back when you get old

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from Don't You Know I Love The Leavin', released April 12, 2012

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