Page France - Bridge Lyrics

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What Are The Lyrics For Bridge By Page France?
There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door
Between the apple trees and poison leaves that form Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth They bring me pleasure and they always keep me Warm Warm There's a cash man There are quick cures There are taste tests There are trash whores There is numbness There is feeling There is sickness There is healing And I'm halfway to you But I'm takin' 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 need And my dreams I'm on knees And I'm washing your feet With my hair And I'm not pleased with all of my addictions All of my addictions All of my addictions And I'm not pleased with all of my addictions All of my addictions All of my addictions there are sunbeams There are dark clouds There are voices There are no sounds And I'm stable So you want me Yes I'm stable While you want me And I'm upright While you're downsized While you're downsized I am upright I'm the cash man You're quick cure You're taste test And I'm the trash whore And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real And I don't feel a thing But I want to be real As you are Are |
Who Wrote Bridge By Page France?
Michael Scott Nau Jr.
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What's The Duration Of The Bridge By Page France?The duration of Bridge is 3:29 minutes and seconds. |
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