Lyrics

Release the hand that has you writing numbers For these plans are broken into leaves And powerblessings for all the kids who come over How they know is into you How they know is into me And have you no horse to carry You through December? Get it somehow tediously broken Breathing summer into faces of life And into everyman's gift going through Powerblessings to you and all of you.
Writer(s): Robert Pollard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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