| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Say goodbye to his price | |
| They wouldn't battle, yet there is a war | |
| When they find her caught in the lights? | |
| Don't be obstruction, I can't go straight | |
| She laughs sustain in hand | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Dance upon a part that is black | |
| I throw on the pile on man | |
| Dance to the rhythm of the grass | |
| Another one handles the force | |
| He knows it's wise better to | |
| It's part of the kitchen, books is books | |
| As he dresses up with the chicken | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Right upon a crystal of case | |
| In the three-ring circus tent of | |
| Juggling and… | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Say goodbye to his price | |
| They wouldn' t battle, yet there is a war | |
| When they find her caught in the lights? | |
| Don' t be obstruction, I can' t go straight | |
| She laughs sustain in hand | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Dance upon a part that is black | |
| I throw on the pile on man | |
| Dance to the rhythm of the grass | |
| Another one handles the force | |
| He knows it' s wise better to | |
| It' s part of the kitchen, books is books | |
| As he dresses up with the chicken | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Right upon a crystal of case | |
| In the threering circus tent of | |
| Juggling and | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Say goodbye to his price | |
| They wouldn' t battle, yet there is a war | |
| When they find her caught in the lights? | |
| Don' t be obstruction, I can' t go straight | |
| She laughs sustain in hand | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Dance upon a part that is black | |
| I throw on the pile on man | |
| Dance to the rhythm of the grass | |
| Another one handles the force | |
| He knows it' s wise better to | |
| It' s part of the kitchen, books is books | |
| As he dresses up with the chicken | |
| The dying dog and matters of fraction, torch the and shapes to escape | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken | |
| Double vision and the balancing act | |
| Right upon a crystal of case | |
| In the threering circus tent of | |
| Juggling and | |
| Nothing to do and not to say, the fading fortune and life of a chicken |