Must've been forces, that took me on them wild coursesWho knows how many poses, that I've been inBut the main closest, hark! it gives meaning MineI cannot really post this, Ah feel the signsI worried bout rain and I worried bout lightningBut I watched them off, to the light of the morningMarking the slope, slung low in the highlandsWhere the days have no numbersIf it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it inOh the old modus: out to be leading liveSaid, comes the ponens, demit to striveA word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceriesOr middle-out locusts, or weigh to findI hurry bout shame, and I worry bout a worn pathAnd I wander off, just to come back homeTurning to waltz, hold high in the lowlandsCause the days have no numbers'It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lambSo I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vinesSpose you can't hold shit. how high I've beenWhat a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a lineTo slow among roses, or stay behindI've been to that groveWhere no matter the source isAnd walked it off: how long I'd lastSore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon'When the days have no numbers'Well it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in
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Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses, that I've been in
But the main closest, hark! it gives meaning Mine
I cannot really post this, Ah feel the signs
I worried bout rain and I worried bout lightning
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in
Oh the old modus: out to be leading live
Said, comes the ponens, demit to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry bout shame, and I worry bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
Cause the days have no numbers'
It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb
So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Spose you can't hold shit. how high I've been
What a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses, or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And walked it off: how long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
'When the days have no numbers'
Well it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in
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