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Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
C# Gb2 G#sus4
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
C#/F G#7
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
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Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Gb G#7 G#
Where the days have no numbers
C# Edim/C# C#
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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F word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
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Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
A#m7 G# C#
I worry about shame, and I worry bout a worn path
C#/F G#7
And I wander off, just to come back home
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Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
Gb G#7 G#
Cause the days have no numbers
C# Edim/C# C#
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
A#m7
I've been to that grove
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Where no matter the source is
C#/F G#7
And I walked it off: how long I'd last
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Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
Gb G#7 G#
Cause the days have no numbers
C# Edim/C# C#
Well it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in