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Text: Brenn. Salvation.

Time moves slow until it?s gone
i have to roam until i know
i need to return, to return home
i?ve seen how far out, how far out i can go

when someone told me it would come
to the point where no one?s free
turn it over to the one
to take this life i?d waste on me
then someone told me it would come
to the place where all i need
is someone to hold me when i?m old
someone to warm me when i freeze

thinking out loud, as loud as i can be
this mountain in my dreams, becomes a canyon i can?t sleep

(Thanks to Chuck for these lyrics)