37 Hours
By now, I should know where you're going
By now
A loon
Some store
I'm not going back there anymore
Wandered in
Don't think
Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like
Banks of the Ohio
My love asked me, to take a
Beestung
Start with your fingers
They finger the change
That carries me
Can The Circle Be Unbroken
(One, two)
I was standing
By the
Cartoons
This war's Ok
In a sweet old fashioned way
Like a game
Clay Feet
This is no time to fuck up
Scooting around the
Cold water coming
That filthy stare
He's on a tear
Cold water coming
GLINDA
Elphaba, why couldn’t you have stayed calm, for once? Instead
Echo
White label on the backseat
Glows an artificial green
I crave a
Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My
Flipside
There's always drooling zombies
Or at least on dick
I'm having trouble
Fog
Walk a mile, then walk another mile
When you hit the
Gazebo tree
That sky is a-shine with sheen
Those eyes are a
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