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TO ARRIVE WITH NO AGENDA

THE SONG REMAINED

FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THAT SMALL POSSIBILITY

GREAT SUCCESS FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS

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YOUR REFERENCES ARE ALL OUTDATED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

SAFE BEHIND YOUR TEETH

GET YOURSELF A GOOD CAR GET OUT OF HERE