Here and there, so quiet I stare, a child a man, a peasant penitent
A philosopher of many ages, long before these sad phases
Stripping of emotion, agitated with no commotion
Some worth rewind, those chapters left behind
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
So if there's deception it is nothing but illusion
Maybe fate lings on but it wasn't chosen
And the bad waves, the good waves you've never wanted
Diffuse spiral thoughts have they always hunted?
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
The chase you endure won't put you asleep
The harvest you crop is a harvest of grief
Soreness - Harvest Lyrics
Soreness - Harvest Lyrics
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Here and there, so quiet I stare, a child a man, a peasant penitent
A philosopher of many ages, long before these sad phases
Stripping of emotion, agitated with no commotion
Some worth rewind, those chapters left behind
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
So if there's deception it is nothing but illusion
Maybe fate lings on but it wasn't chosen
And the bad waves, the good waves you've never wanted
Diffuse spiral thoughts have they always hunted?
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
The chase you endure won't put you asleep
The harvest you crop is a harvest of grief
A philosopher of many ages, long before these sad phases
Stripping of emotion, agitated with no commotion
Some worth rewind, those chapters left behind
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
So if there's deception it is nothing but illusion
Maybe fate lings on but it wasn't chosen
And the bad waves, the good waves you've never wanted
Diffuse spiral thoughts have they always hunted?
No one asks to come in, everyone wants to be free
Through a blurred highway so unclear to see
The chase you endure won't put you asleep
The harvest you crop is a harvest of grief
Writer: Miguel Roque
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid