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• Artiste: Bob Franke
• Titre: Slow Down
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I was so deeply dreaming upon my father's bed, A song came drifting to my heart straight from the Grateful Dead. It said, you can't keep drinking new green wine, you know it rots your gut; You can't keep cutting back on love it's the unkindest cut, you'd better Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way. They took away my gravy train, my television too, And all I had were two good friends, and one of them was you. We walked the beach by moonlight, I was thinking about a swim, I heard the voice of Jesus call, or someone just like him, it told me Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way The storm commenced to rolling in, the boats began to rock, The thunder and the lightning might have made a nasty shock, But I was resting safely in the comfort of your arms, Content to wait 'til morning, or at least until the alarm. Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better Slow down, as I believe you may, Slow down, in a sort of sacred way