The Set List:
Low Rising
In These Arms
The Rain
Lies -- broken guitar string--
If You Want Me
Fantasy Man
Leave
Backbroke
Into the Mystic
I Have Loved You Wrong
Revelate
Minds Made Up
Falling Slowly
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Encore:
Marketa's new song
Gold
High Hope
High Horses
Use the truth as a weapon to beat up all your friends Every chink in the armor An excuse to cause offense And the boys from the hallway calling out your name And true love will find them in the end
You were restless I was somewhere less secure So I went running to the road And so now there's a long list of places I was I quit my rambling and came home
Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Use your saints and your mantra And your things to keep you calm If you stay with that asshole he's gonna do you harm There's a voice singing loudly on the radio just for you And good fortune will find him in the end
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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