When everything runs at a hectic pace
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and you wonder if you'll ever pay your debts
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And you wonder if you'll ever be the kind of person you always wanted to be
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And you wonder why red lights make you so angry?
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You say when I finally get a grip on this axe of mine
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I'm gonna chop down all the bad fruit that's hanging on this vine
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I'm gonna see the sun not hide in this well of depression, hate and self absorption
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But here I go singing about myself again
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I'm sick of talking about myself why don't you talk about me?
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Please lick my wounds and treasure my hurts
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And then try to fill this black hole I think is a cross shape
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When I try to sleep at night I feel like a traffic cop try'na hold
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Back all the traffic of thought that sits like a peak hour madness in
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My soul and I spin like some sick kind of ferris wheel tipped
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On the ground and spinning around
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Slow down why don't you slow down
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You will find your way if you slow down
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Slow Down
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| Paul Colman |
