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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:37 am
Switching Terms
Go fast, go slow, anyway you wanna
Don’t care, don’t know, anyway you gotta
I think your wrong. Just my little motto
It’s true, it’s wrong, all a little far
It’s cold, for you, I can hear the bells
For home, to you, it had small things
Those spells, that year, all you wanna say
No matter how I go, it’s here anyway
Go fast, go slow, anyway you wanna
Don’t care, don’t know, anyway you gotta
I think your wrong. Just my little motto
It’s true, it’s strong, all a little far
To fast or slow, maybe it’s a waltz
I think you’d know, maybe just a talk
Too bad for you, that’s the way it is
The way to you is long and slow
So many people say, that I,
In all my glories, am now free
From all the world I see
But I don’t have a way home
Go fast, go slow, anyway you wanna
Don’t care, don’t know, anyway you gotta
I think your wrong. Just my little motto
It’s true, it’s strong, all a little far
Too bad for you, I’m afraid
I don’t know anymore than I
Can’t describe the feeling of you
Maybe I’m just, just afraid
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:39 am
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