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I hear the walls repeating the falling of my feet, and it sounds like drumming.
Wait for Me. I'm Coming, too.
The Darkest Hour of the Darkest Night Comes Right Before the Dawn
I Hear the Rocks and Stones Echoing My Song
The Coldest Night of the Coldest Year Comes Right Before the Spring
We Take What We Can Get, and We Make the Most of It
Livin' it up on Top
All I've Ever Known is How to Hold My Own
Wait for Me. I'm Coming.
The Choice is Yours if You're Willing to Choose
See How the World Could be in Spite of the Way That It Is
It's an Old Tale from Way Back When and We're Going to Sing it Again and Again
To the World We Dream About and the One We Live in Now