| Song | Twelve o Clock |
| Artist | Arms and Legs |
| Album | Nothing ever was |
| [01:04.560] | The firework of harden songs. |
| [01:11.500] | |
| [01:12.450] | Of loneliness and bloody shouts. |
| [01:19.890] | Little ones are all the ways. |
| [01:27.200] | From soft and crabs, and more than this. |
| [01:35.500] | |
| [01:50.100] | Arms across, across the fate. |
| [01:58.880] | She's curing on to another place. |
| [02:06.120] | You gave us up. |
| [02:10.150] | And left me another shock to dissappear. |
| [02:25.140] | |
| [02:36.880] | But you can, you can... |
| [03:00.150] | You can dissappear. |