Under the sky, we build Hundreds of uncertain wills Father Times come to play For the fear never goes away Wake me. Show me your heart Leave that shit behind Hold me. Take me Into the fallen snow Winking, the crowd to belie A haunting of space inside The seed of forgotten purpose Whats left is choked by the weeds Over the dirt, we soar On a search for anything pure Wake me. Know Im there Anywhere you go Hold me. Its late now Its O.K., let me go Let it go Missoula. 4402
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