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Jan 2014
My frequency in static
I told my girl I'd see her,
See her at the end of the night
Prone to a lie, lovely-lovely
I turn to the sky
A billion engaging eyes stare back,
Extras in this insanity
Where am I?
A place to go to
Famously endeavoured to love you
Expectations so high,
I still stare towards the sky

A tear,
Something in my eye
Lets get there
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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