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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 them the main closest, hark it gives meaning Mine I cannot really post this, I 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 me, it's harmed me, it'll harm me, I let it in Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live Said, comes the old 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 me like a lamb So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines Suppose 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 Letras de canciones I've been to that grove Where no matter the sources And I walked it off: how long I'd last Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon ('Cause the days have no numbers) Well it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in From Letras Mania