Been to 48 states and a few different worlds
Beheld the
Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson
Singing Gloria
Living Gloria
And the light so shines that everyone will
This is the hard part
Stopping to ask for directions
Sketching with
When time shall slip its cog in place
And spin its
Growing more uneasy with every question asked
It seems you're jealous
covered it up with a question markcovered it with a
i think i am elasticthese arms they are a wonderpull
yesterday i lived for meand i was so alone as
i don't know what to do to ease your mindi
flying high with the crowd at nightwe float on unseen
i held the monkey's paw and put my wishes into
forgive me if i've beenconfused between the means and an
the sun set down behind the treeshow quickly did my
so he sat behind his natural defencsesand there he wrestled
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