They were mistaken the harvest was less than expected.
We were born in time of glory
In retrospect I wasn’t all that gifted
Mary, Mary, the fire around the ashes has drifted
Mary, Mary, the west Texas travel has been lifted.
I say we crawl, in the field until we rid our palms
Of pride, tonight
It appears as worried fervor in our bones
Is it a dream? If only you had found
The remembrance of hope, that stimulates when coming home
You are, you are the fear
Coming down has drawn near.
No time at all, you could’ve called
If you wondered about my bitter inner atmosphere
What was solved? But hubris carried in your call
You are you are the essence of clean if you’d just listen.
The remembrance of hope, that stimulates when coming home
You are, you are the fear
Coming down has drawn near.
No time at all, you could’ve called
If you wondered about my bitter inner atmosphere
The problem comes from smoke taken from the can
Then it hits us/you/me on the head
The song they/I wrote you love, coming from/my band.
Was written in a trance/written from a plan
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