| Lyric | Song | Artist |
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| Well the first days are the hardest days | |
| I'm gonna fight 'em off | |
| Reach out and touch faith | |
| I hear you talkin' when I'm on the street | |
| Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world | |
| I was raised up believing I was somehow unique | |
| Hey there, here I am, I'm the man up on the scene | |
| That's great, it starts with an earthquake | |
| (Title)'s a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say | |
| I was walking on feet just like my father's | |
| | Lyric | Song | Artist |
|---|
| I was blind, now I can see | |
| Whoa, (Title), shinin' just like gold, why can't you hear me cryin'? | |
| Foals in winter coats, white girls of the north | |
| Breakin' rocks out here on the chain gang | |
| You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever | |
| Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice | |
| With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound | |
| Without a warning, you broke my heart | |
| You must leave now, take what you need | |
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