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TO ARRIVE WITH NO AGENDA

THE SONG REMAINED

FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THAT SMALL POSSIBILITY

PUT YOUR BACK ON ME

GREAT SUCCESS FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS

ONE TWO PUNCH

COMING FROM THE START

SO EASILY SHUFFLED AND DEALT

FOOL’S SPRING

HOLY HOAX IN THE TREELINE

ALL THE POISE OF A CANNONBALL

NO MATTER WHAT THE WAITRESS BRINGS

THE SHADOW IS MINE AND SO IS THE VALLEY

YOUR REFERENCES ARE ALL OUTDATED

IF I WAS A CRIER I’D BE IN FLOODS

HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS