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Better version of me...
jueves, enero 26, 2006 7:40 a. m.

The nickel dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The rubicon
What did I do
And the games that I can handle
None are ones worth the candle
What should I do
I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
What can I do
Oooh, after all the folderol,
And hauling over coals
What will I do
Can't take a good day without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile until I've had one
Where did I learn
I make a fuss about a little thing
The rhyme is losing to the riddling
Where's the turn
I don't want a home, I'd ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it a turn
Stops
What did I learn
I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry and complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face
Ooooh mister wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree
Here's coming a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me
Better version of me, Fiona Apple

When I heard this song last night... I realized what I need to get back on track... of my life... so... for me... for you... I'll need to have my space for reconect the real me...

Capturado...  7:40 a. m.  

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