Suzanne Vega - Casual Match
I Only Turned To See
What Hand Had Set This Inner Field Alight
Against The Flame I See
The Outline Of A Man Against A Night
Take Back Your Sympathy
I Do Not Need To Drink That Bitter Stuff
I'd Rather Break The Thread
That Bound Us Close, And Say We Called A Bluff
A Casual Match
In A Very Dry Field
What Could Be
The Season's Yield?
My Eyes Have Gone To Coal
It's Nothing I Would Be Concerned About
Observe The Moment
When The Heat Of Love Becomes The Chill Of Doubt
A Casual Match
In A Very Dry Field
Fire And Ash
Is The Season's Yield
We Look For A Sign
But It Is Not Revealed
Fire And Ash Is The
Season's Yield
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