| Lyric | Song |
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| There's a calm surrender to the rush of day | |
| Lights go down, it's dark... the jungle is your head, can't rule your heart | |
| Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya | |
| I see trees of green, red roses too | |
| When you're weary, feeling small, when tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all | |
| This hit, that ice cold | |
| I could stay awake just to hear you breathing | |
| It might seem crazy what I am about to say, sunshine she's here, you can take a break | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| As he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo | |
| These ideas are nightmares to white parents | |
| Well I've heard there was a secret chord | |
| Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart | |
| All the leaves are brown | |
| Living easy, living free, season ticket on a one-way ride | |
| Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk | |
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