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| Tow That Line |
| The Line You Drew |
| In The Sand |
| You’re Out Of Time |
| Hold My Hand |
| Pull Me Through |
| I’d Never Make It If It Weren’t For You |
| I’m The Last Line Of Defense |
| A Defense Mechanism Of Off Rhyme |
| I’m Poetry Meant To Offend |
| With No Poetic Device |
| I’m The Curtain Falling Down |
| Raise Me Up For An Encore |
| Only To Drop Down Again |
| And Wait For The Next Show |
| We Go, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh |
| Walk Away |
| Show You’re Strong |
| You Know You Can |
| You’ve Done It Before |
| Dry Your Eyes |
| Make Them Proud |
| They’re Never Going To Hear You Until You’re Screaming Loud |
| And When The Times Comes You’ll Know |
| You’ll Know Just What To Do |
| But Until Then Take Your Time |
| Because The Only Thing I Have For You To Do |
| Is To Take This Line That I Have For You To Tow |
| And So We Go... |