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


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


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