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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)
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
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
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
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
Michael Lewis, Fionn Regan, Justin Vernon
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