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We have come to the first bump in the road
There are places in this world where mundane, forgotten things have learned to weave their own magic
all I want to be is holding your hand
If that wave comes
The words were ways of touching and made us want to speak with hands
It's 2 in the morning and I own the world
Silhouette made of wind rain and whispers
when we owned the world
A cup full of wishes poured into the sea
Why roses have thorns
Walking through the ruins of a fallen civilization
So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away
Born into Trouble as the Sparks Fly Upward
If it's "natural," why must it be learned?
One Canada Square
Here comes the lunch lolly!
In which the mountains are old and I am the ghost on the battlements
Knuckles
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Quonset Hut
Primer
Moloch
born again
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