Salty skin on my body Sweated pores like rain I can feel the attack But I'm known to pain The cold is creeping in And it chills my veins I've got one more minute, twenty four hours to go
No redemption in my heart No illusions owned for start What I did I cant take back There's no use in wishing that The bell is ringing now And the clock counts down I got one more minute, twenty four hours to go
Angels wont help me now This fate is all mine Darkness is fading out And so is my time
Hear the footsteps at my door I don't struggle anymore As I take my final breath I don't feel what lies ahead I'm leaving to a place Where ill see your face I had one more minute, twenty four hours ago
One more minute, twenty four hours ago
Writer/s: IYIOLA BABLOLA, LISA GREENE, TOM JONES, DARREN LEWIS
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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