But What About Second Breakfast?
Everybody Got A Small Town Anthem
When I Overthink the Little Things in My Head, You Seem to Always Help Me Catch My Breath
But All These Bright Lights Run Together After A While
You Might Belong in Gryffindor, Where Dwell the Brave at Heart
From Up Here The City Lights Burn Like a Thousand Miles of Fire
I Wrote All My Worries Then Folded It Into a Paper Plane
