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[Verse 1]
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Must've been forces, that took me 
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on them wild courses
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Who knows how many poses,     
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that I've been in
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But them the main closest, hark! it
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 gives meaning Mine
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I cannot really post this,     ah 
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feel the signs
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I worried about rain and I worried 
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bout lightning
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But I watched them off, to the 
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light of the morning
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Marking the slope, slung low in 
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the highlands
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Where the days have no numbers
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If it's harmed, it's harmed me, 
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it'll harm, I let it in


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[Verse 2]
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Oh, the old modus: out to be 
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leading live
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Said, comes the old ponens,    
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demit to strive
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A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna
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 buy the groceries
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Or middle-out locusts,      or 
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weigh to find
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I worry about shame, and I worry 
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bout a worn path
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And I wander off, just to come back
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 home
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Turning to waltz, hold high in the
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 lowlands
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Cause the days have no numbers
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It harms me, it harms me, it harms
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 like a lamb


[Verse 3]
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So I can depose this, partial to 
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the bleeding vines
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Suppose you can't hold shit,     
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how high I've been
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What a river don't know is: to 
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climb out and heed a line
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To slow among roses,     or stay 
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behind
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I've been to that grove where no 
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matter the source is
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And I walked it off: how long I'd 
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last
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Sore-ring to cope, whole band on 
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the canyon
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Cause the days have no numbers
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Well it harms it harms me it 
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harms, I'll let it in