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1. Boss Of Me - David Bowie Who’d have ever thought of it? Who’d have ever dreamed that a small town girl like you would be the boss of me?

2. Slow It Down - The Lumineers I never, she never, we never looked back, that wasn’t what we were good at. And when it came to love, we were not good enough.

3. Dope - Lady Gaga I know I fucked up again, ‘cause I lost my only friend, God forgive my sins.

4. Work Song - Hozier I swear I thought I dreamed her, she never asked me once about the wrong I did.

5. White Lie - The Lumineers If we can make it through another day, with you believing in my innocence, then we can make it through another year, ‘cause we both need it to forget this fear.

6. Million Reasons - Lady Gaga I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but baby, I just need one good one to stay.

7. The Angry River - The Hat The awful cost of all we’ve lost as we looked the other way, we’ve paid the price of this cruel device till we’ve nothing left to pay.

8. Absolute Beginners - David Bowie As long as you’re still smiling, there’s nothing more I need, I absolutely love you, but we’re absolute beginners.

9. The Only Thing Worth Fighting For - Lera Lynn Weren’t we like a battlefield, locked inside a holy war? Your love and my due diligence, the only thing worth fighting for.

10. Morning Song - The Lumineers The carbonation in my drink, the bubbles rise while my heart sinks, and all I tend to do is think of you.

↳   “ Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks.                                                                                   T h e n   i t ’ s  o v e r . ”

↳   “ First I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping. At least, I must go limp, because I find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off. ”