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
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
Heaven
In the race but out of step
You struggle to hold
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