Now I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy the fruits of your labors
But you work so hard to make one life right and really now, what have you done?
These people you know will get a hold of you and it's impossible for me to say just what they're going to do now it's okay
Because it's tenuous and strange that you ain't got ways to change,... it's okay
Do you remember when we met?
Has it been that long for you to forget?
It's rhythmaligical
A sewing up the sums
A question asks an oracle and only asks the one
'if horizons are and long and length the true crutch?'
What life won't gimme, I won't miss much
Because yr magical to me
And as I drive into the ground tell yr momma that I'll make a worthy sound someday.
Holy Sons - Up On My High Horse (Again) Lyrics
Holy Sons - Up On My High Horse (Again) Lyrics
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Now I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy the fruits of your labors
But you work so hard to make one life right and really now, what have you done?
These people you know will get a hold of you and it's impossible for me to say just what they're going to do now it's okay
Because it's tenuous and strange that you ain't got ways to change,... it's okay
Do you remember when we met?
Has it been that long for you to forget?
It's rhythmaligical
A sewing up the sums
A question asks an oracle and only asks the one
'if horizons are and long and length the true crutch?'
What life won't gimme, I won't miss much
Because yr magical to me
And as I drive into the ground tell yr momma that I'll make a worthy sound someday.
But you work so hard to make one life right and really now, what have you done?
These people you know will get a hold of you and it's impossible for me to say just what they're going to do now it's okay
Because it's tenuous and strange that you ain't got ways to change,... it's okay
Do you remember when we met?
Has it been that long for you to forget?
It's rhythmaligical
A sewing up the sums
A question asks an oracle and only asks the one
'if horizons are and long and length the true crutch?'
What life won't gimme, I won't miss much
Because yr magical to me
And as I drive into the ground tell yr momma that I'll make a worthy sound someday.
Writer: Emil Amos Snizek
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