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Things Of Stone And Wood

In Our Home |||||

Your sisters golden hair now falls across the bed we called...

Beg |||||

A lonely man amidst these scenes, I wander aimless round the...

Blink |||||

Before our eyes there are a million things we haven't tried ...

Fingertips |||||

Well I guess you wouldn?t notice if you didn?t know where to...

Lullaby |||||

rit. And it goes something like that. I think the chorus is ...