Take Me In Your Arms
Our Journey Lies Before Us
Take It As It Comes
Your Evening Meal Is Served Sir
Shake It, Stir It Up
Consumed By The Turbulence
Tilt It And Whip It
As We Enter The Vortex
Yet Still On The Run
Covering Up All Windows
Leaving All Behind
Closing And Locking Of Doors
Washed Upon The Shore
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