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Feb 2014
With all going on
I can't help but fall
Fall, on my knees
You always knew just the way to catch me

Now every time I stumble
I think of you and know
How far this journey has taken me
So
Tell me where it is you had to go

And yell at me when I cry out
Plead with my soul
Forget past atrocities,
Just take us home
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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   Autumn
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