HERE COMES THE NIGHT

I WISH YOU WOULD

SEE EMILY PLAY

EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT

I CAN'T EXPLAIN

FRIDAY ON MY MIND

SORROW

With your long blonde hair,
and your eyes of blue
The only thing that I got from you
Was sorrow
You're actin' funny
Tryin' to spend my money
You're out there playin' your high class games
Of sorrow
You never do what you know you oughta
something tells me you're the Devil's daughter
Sorrow

With your long blonde hair,
I couldn't sleep last night
With your long blonde hair

DON'T BRING ME DOWN

SHAPES OF THINGS

ANYWAY, ANYHOW, ANYWHERE

WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD TIMES GONE