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Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum

Rushing and racing
and running in circles
Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
Getting nowhere

My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic
Pace of the world
I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together
I'm falling apart

Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear
In the blur of fast forward I faulter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
I'm getting nowhere

All that I've missed I see in the reflection
Passed me while I wasn't paying attention
Tired of rushing, racing and running
I'm falling apart

Save me
Oh won't you take my hand and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flies by
I need you to slow me down

Just show me
I need you to slow me down

The noise of the world is getting me caught up
Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it
Just need to breathe, somebody please
Slow me down
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Ah, my blog's beginning to be lyrics-filled.

French test was really challenging *sigh. Basically, I think it would be better if we're permitted more time. Or maybe I'm just setting high standards for myself? I don't know really. I hate feeling this way. But the hilarious thing is throughout the paper there were so much distractions! Like the constant sporadic handphone vibrations from like everywhere, music and clappings from the next class. Which I reckon was a Korean class. Cos they were repeatedly singing and listening to the "Three Bear" song, Korean version, you'd know if you watch Full House hahahahhah damn funny please! But distracting cos the song was pretty catchy! Ok I think I have a very nice french class (especially with the crazy, loud people) this semester, so hooray for that. Probably it's the class I really look forward to the most and now it has ended. Aigoo. So french oral test tomorrow, last one before recess week and finals and yes, INDIA TRIP (:
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