• By Page France, You stood beside a burning bush And let the trumpetmen catch
  • By Page France, Swing, like a chariot At the trumpet call When we're all unsaved,
  • By Page France, I heard it's getting windy so I'll set and watch
  • By Page France, Hey Mr. Elephant there's been an accident down here You and
  • By Page France, I am blowing for a trumpet Hallelujah You stood too close to
  • By Page France, I'll shed a feather for the lord And I'll blow the
  • By Page France, Oh dear soul, We gather in the wind, Clap your hands, it's
  • By Page France, Angel, way before there was goodness Way before there was sadness You
  • By Page France, Blue eyes when the wind was done You were lying
  • By Page France, I will sing a song to you And you will shake
  • By Page France, You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the
  • By Page France, Hey, hey, hey, you on the trampoline Trying to see everything Hey,
  • By Page France, I heard someone say they couldn't speak, And I heard
  • By Page France, I believe in windy days when everything gets blown away
  • By Page France, I once adored a chemical reaction Her eyes were made from
  • By Page France, There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door Between
  • By Page France, Your mother's voice was bleeding through the ceiling As we rolled
  • By Page France, Soon your love will turn into the interruption And your faith
  • By Page France, There's a northern town where my rents all paid And an
  • By Page France, When you curse your name I'm a receiver When your heart
  • By Page France, Who will shadow you home These streets are getting crazy I've got
  • By Page France, Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leaves Oh,
  • By Page France, I watched her sleep from the driver's seat And she turned
  • By Page France, You were my beliefs all rusting over And I was disappoint
  • By Page France, I saw a flower on the doorstep making love with
  • By Page France, There's a little yellow rule With her head tied to the
  • By Page France, when did your eyes' glaze dull my antarctica they're treating you like
  • By Page France, Blue eyes for the beggar's table legs Blue eyes always standing
  • By Page France, Little one, move along You're my last crooked song Pluck your eyes
  • By Page France, you are my red-eyed peek my red strawberry seed the peach on
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