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Breath again

Slow, slow it's the same again
work hard at it if you want to succeed

Like I always say minute to minute there is only one
if not for the last minute I'd get nothing done

So many people so much advice so many years
It's not a choice

We can fight our nature if we have the right tools
Most important tool of all is understanding, mine and yours and his and theirs

Impatient by nature, so hard to overcome
breath, breath, is my coffee done?????????

How much are the fries I don't want to wait
to get my change ready till I get to your gate

Your sign in window one reads French, fuck it don't bother
it's not worth the time

To make someone feel bad for any mild slight
Am I really so bad? Just misunderstood?

No, wiring trouble better call the electrician
He'll know what to do.

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Skylar Smythe said…
Told you to call the electrician!

*hug* xo Lori
October 6, 2008 at 6:50 AM
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