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AWAY WE GO

A FINE DISTRACTION

THE HOUR OF THE OWL

AH THAT’S THE SPIRIT

PRACTICING MY SCENE

TEST THE WATERS

I’LL NEVER GO ROUND AGAIN

WE WANT AS MUCH

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

THAT’S THE TICKET

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

LUMP IN MY THROAT

BEFORE THE GOING GETS GONE

THE KNOT IS SLIPPING

THIS PLACE IS FULL OF SPIES

THERE ARE PLACES YOU HAVEN’T BEEN WHERE YOU ALREADY BELONG