Music Monday: Brooke Waggnoner

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This song first caught me offguard as I was sitting in my car driving home from work. The radio station I had on generally play pop songs on repeat so this was a pleasant surprise. Of course when you hear something this awesome you just have to Shazam it and I found Brooke Waggoner!

Her lyrics are simple and yet, just beautiful.


Fresh Pair Of Eyes
'Cause I want to be seen
With a fresh pair of eyes
The single white tree
In a black hood of disguise

I want, I want to be seen
With a fresh pair of eyes
The single, the single white tree
In a black hood of disguise

I miss God, I miss God
I miss God, I miss God


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