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Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Hierophant Passed my time On holy days From my mind Sight and my taste Higher force of perception Nothing, that's the ideal Gentle hand of confusion Lead me back to myself And if you are afraid Don't know one's soul On saturnine and iron jaw Higher force of perception Nothing, that's the ideal Gentle hand of confusion Lead me back to myself Common day Alleyway Hierophant Common day Alleyway Hierophant Common day Alleyway Hierophant Common day Alleyway Hierophant
Writer(s): Charles Michael Parks, James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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