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THE CRITICS ARE THE TRUE OPTIMISTS

WISH YOU WERE HERE WEATHER PERMITTING

WINE MANGLING THEIR WORDS

TOMORROW I’LL BE FASTER

ACES UP YOUR SLEEVE

AND SO ON

WIND WILL COME SWEEP ME ALONG

I’LL PLAY ALONG

FOR YOUR SAKE

DON’T LET THOSE FOOTHOLDS START

RIDING THE BREAKS

DON’T GO TOO FAR

CARRIED ON WITHOUT A COMMA

THROWING OUT MY ARMS

THE MEANING GOES PAST

LISTENING TOO FAST