| Lyric | Finish | Artist (# missing) |
| It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right... | |
| Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles... | |
| If you want to destroy my sweater... | |
| Did-did-did-did you hear the frightened ones, did-did-did-did... | |
| Panama!... | |
| The heart is a bloom... | |
| And I was shakin' at the knees... | |
| Kill the headlights and put it in neutral... | |
| | Lyric | Finish | Artist (# missing) |
| After all the jacks are in their boxes... | |
| Slowly walkin' down the hall... | |
| Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light... | |
| If you think holding hands is all in the fingers... | |
| Say it ain't so, I will not go... | |
| My angel wings... | |
| And when i awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown... | |
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