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HOMECOMING

CLIMBED A CLOUD STOLE THE MOON

WORDS HAVE LOST THEIR BITE

I’D HATE TO MISS THE TRAIN

GETTING ON LIKE FIRE

PACK AWAY THE LAUGHTER

HIGH ON THEIR OWN SUPPLY

LISTEN TO THE WILD

CAN’T BE OUTRUN

IF I COULD SETTLE DOWN THEN I WOULD SETTLE DOWN

IN A LAND OF HOPE AND GOOD WILL

STRETCH RIGHT UP AND TOUCH THE SKY

DROP ME A LINE

BLOW YOUR TOP

WE HAD OUR MINDS SET

THE WEEKENDER