Sam-Smith: I'm happy to be here tonight
Sam-Smith: Fiesta!
Sam-Smith: If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologise
Sam-Smith: All filled up with emptiness
Sam-Smith: The space in which we're traveling
Sam-Smith: Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of HATE.
Sam-Smith: My Camera
Sam-Smith: Just follow the smoke
Sam-Smith: Blurred lines
Sam-Smith: Rave Tapes
Sam-Smith: I was a shadow
Sam-Smith: Frozen
Sam-Smith: Fading
Sam-Smith: Four
Sam-Smith: How many shoes are too many shoes?
Sam-Smith: See right through you
Sam-Smith: Exploring