Other time it seems I'm stuck, unravelled. It's like someone pulled a thread and all of a sudden the sweater I'm made of begins to come undone.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Jumpy Some times I can close my eyes and know that there is peace. I hear the roar of the ocean, the waves crashing hard into the shore, the rain beating hard on my skin. And still, peace. Other time it seems I'm stuck, unravelled. It's like someone pulled a thread and all of a sudden the sweater I'm made of begins to come undone.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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