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Page France Up

circle 'round us, Up here you see everyone I saw you floating in a river, With all the holes inside your boat, You were swallowed up by alligators, Up

souvenirshop I bought a little Bible since I'd already stopped And it was in Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out As I flipped the pages

it never ends They treat us like gold Dug up to be sold We shine and we shake Assuming our roles But when we blow away Up over this place We go down like a shout And up

healing And I'm halfway to you but I'm taking a break Where I walk with a limp and I sleep with the stakes And I blow up my lungs with the air that I

our arms and reached for nothing And rewound the frames that twisted in our minds And we watched their separate lives in backwards motion So we ended up

magic we call him worthy Jesus came up through the ground so dirty Jesus came up through the ground so dirty Jesus came up through the ground so dirty Jesus came up

was more than you deserved, who gave her birth But now she is with God and happier, I hope, Than here on earth! The waltz starts up again. THENARDIER

up in L.A. Everybody came here from somewhere to play They wear their guitars low just like jimmy page Well, I've been to London, I've been to France

m fast, I only hit the center, mass and head I'm special ed, funkadelic relic of the ages If you like this, then I got pages and pages Some dumb bubbleyum