| Song | Day One |
| Artist | Sarah Slean |
| Album | Day One |
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| I put my head back | |
| Where it belongs up there in the clouds | |
| I’m spreading love like | |
| A terrorist now | |
| O, what a morning | |
| O, what a day to be alive | |
| Sweet hope is glowing | |
| In your glorious eyes | |
| Pushing paper ain't enough | |
| I bet you think that you’re so tough | |
| But all your green won’t mean a thing at all | |
| On day one | |
| Day oneAfter | |
| Boy Wonder | |
| After the dream came out of the mines | |
| Bus boys and bankers | |
| Were wiping their eyes | |
| Be still my lionheart | |
| A revolution ready to pounce | |
| All passioneers | |
| Up and out of the house | |
| Beauty faked a heart attack | |
| Now I feel it coming back | |
| And all your green won't mean a thing at all | |
| On day one |
| I put my head back | |
| Where it belongs up there in the clouds | |
| I' m spreading love like | |
| A terrorist now | |
| O, what a morning | |
| O, what a day to be alive | |
| Sweet hope is glowing | |
| In your glorious eyes | |
| Pushing paper ain' t enough | |
| I bet you think that you' re so tough | |
| But all your green won' t mean a thing at all | |
| On day one | |
| Day oneAfter | |
| Boy Wonder | |
| After the dream came out of the mines | |
| Bus boys and bankers | |
| Were wiping their eyes | |
| Be still my lionheart | |
| A revolution ready to pounce | |
| All passioneers | |
| Up and out of the house | |
| Beauty faked a heart attack | |
| Now I feel it coming back | |
| And all your green won' t mean a thing at all | |
| On day one |
| I put my head back | |
| Where it belongs up there in the clouds | |
| I' m spreading love like | |
| A terrorist now | |
| O, what a morning | |
| O, what a day to be alive | |
| Sweet hope is glowing | |
| In your glorious eyes | |
| Pushing paper ain' t enough | |
| I bet you think that you' re so tough | |
| But all your green won' t mean a thing at all | |
| On day one | |
| Day oneAfter | |
| Boy Wonder | |
| After the dream came out of the mines | |
| Bus boys and bankers | |
| Were wiping their eyes | |
| Be still my lionheart | |
| A revolution ready to pounce | |
| All passioneers | |
| Up and out of the house | |
| Beauty faked a heart attack | |
| Now I feel it coming back | |
| And all your green won' t mean a thing at all | |
| On day one |