I saw you in august,
when the leaves were yet gold,
promise of promise and a,
story untold,
we need it now,
won't you read it now,
there was a time when,
the wild things were gone,
free cross the perries streets of your town,
till they came and said,
when they killed him dead,
we don't need you now.
So if you step outside,
where the wild things are by,
that's where i'm heading.
I hope you find something out there,
where the broken bells ring,
some pieces and purpose and a song that you sing,
won't you write it down,
'cause we need it know.
When we crossed that river,
between the dark and the light,
take a breath and a picture of us,
left and what's right,
and on your conylong,
send it all home,
'cause we need it now.
So if you step outside,
where the wiild things are by,
that's where i'm heading.
I saw you in august,
when the leaves where yet gold,
promise of promise and a,
story untold,
we need it now,
won't you read it now,
'cause we need it now,
that's where i'm heading.

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