Brick Building
Benevolent
From Cradle To Grave
There’s Something Funny
I Have Lost So Many Things
Dearly Beloved
I Think Our Friendship Withered
Never To Be Resurrected
I Tried
I Don’t Think You Like Me Anymore
And I Loathe Many Values You Protect
You Are So Kind
So Sweet
You Were Like My Sister
There’s Something Wrong
You Care More For Him Than I
He Was Mine In The First Place
I Don’t Know Anymore
I’ll Wear Your Pink Ribbon
I’ll Support You When I Can
But I Doubt We’ll Ever Be Friends Again
I’m Too Radical For Your Tastes
You’re Too Milquetoast For Mine
How Did It Work Back Then, I Wonder
There Are Moments I Wish We Were Kids Again
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