Monday, July 17, 2006

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feeling groovy.

I've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep.
I'm dazed and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Looking for fun and feeling groovy.

Not gonna let trivial things bother me.
Limerence's driven out and I feel reborn.
All is groovy.

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