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I've been wondering to myself
Is it any wonder I can't guess?
There seems to be a problem here
That has made me such a mess
And I'm sick of it
I'm sick of being anxious from so many, many things I see
I'm sick of it
That I am literally sick from it
There's got to be a better way to live
'Cause why am I my own best victim?
When I make my own regrets
Why do I live like life's a test?
With an "A" for me to get
'Cause I'm sick of it
I'm sick of being weighed down by so many, many fears I feel
I'm sick of it
There must be something more
Where's the fire?
Why the rush?
Where is love?
A gentle touch?
Put the tea on
Hug the cat
Slowin' down now
Cause I've had enough
Of that
And there's the prom I never went to
With that dress I never wear
Or the wave I never have the time to ride
Well sometimes my friends call me
From the middle of their lives
But I'm too busy suffering through my own
And I'm sick of it
I'm sick of being jaded by so many, many things I hear
I'm sick of it
There must be something more for me
Where's the mountain?
And why the push?
Why the pie sky?
I've had enough
I'll let my cat in
And call my friends
And hold on tightly
To those I love and
Watch the sun sets and the ants crawl
Watch the moon rise and the paint dry
Watch a sea breeze touch the rainfall
Watch the grass grow
While I let go
While I let go
While I let go...
Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved
Music & lyrics by Cheryl Foster
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| Lyric Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Music Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Producer Credits: |
Larry Herzberg |
| Publisher Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Performance Credits: |
Cheryl Foster & Larry Herzberg |
| Label Credits: |
Independent |
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| Song Length: |
0:30 |
| Primary Genre: |
Unique-Unclassified |
| Secondary Genre: |
Folk-Alternative |
| Tempo / Feel: |
Medium (111 - 130) |
| Subject Matter 1: |
Existence |
| Similar Artist 1: |
Joni Mitchell |
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