Whoa!
Hold the phone Step back give me roommy life is in over loaded am being consumed
Whoa!
Baby slow down
This will all be here tomorrow chill take a breath.
hast may bring sorrow
Whoa!
What's all the rush Rome was not built in a day
the beauty of life is anew ever day
Whoa!
Whats that you say cancer is eating
your life away the pain has no words and your tired
of what the doctors have to say
Whoa!
hold on it's going to be a bum-pie ride eyes wide open
we're not pulling to the side now that I see where your
going I won't ask you to slide full speed ahead taken in todays
for there may be no tomorrows
life is in overloaded full of pain and sorrow
Whoa!
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