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Foxing
Foxing
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Foxing
Foxing
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I lay on a white hot bench
Glowing arches overhead
In the lap of a paint-chipped clown
Fingers tapping his red-hot shoe
[Verse 1]
Torturing medley procession of radios march through the drive-through
And each melody I hear
A violent reminder of you
Oh-oh-oh
Each melody I hear
A violent reminder
[PreChorus]
Precious moments alone, I'd give them away
I'd burn at the stake to feel you near
[Chorus]
I'd lay on a white hot bench
Glowing arches overhead
In the lap of a paint-chipped clown
Fingers tapping his red-hot shoe
[Bridge]
Over it, a titanic end, fiery wreck, something magnificent
Learning a lesson, I'm humbled for pleasure, choked on my heartbeat, I'm grateful for nothing
Over it, nothing to bend, pablum extant to something significant
Learning a lesson, I'm humbled for pleasure, choked on my heartbeat, I'm grateful for nothing
[Outro]
I stared at the glow until I saw
I'm mediocre and there's nothing worse​
Written by: Foxing
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