Grand Paradise (Mike Shinoda Mix)
Foxing« Grand Paradise (Mike Shinoda Mix) » est une chanson de Foxing, 2019, Pop. La chanson dure 4:10, 40 lines / 269 words.
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0:25I can be romantic
0:31When I'm starving for sleep
0:36When I try but I can't seem
0:39To remember anything
0:46With hair from a dog
0:51I've got a fistful of it's mane
0:57It's too coarse to stomach
0:59So I shove it down my throat
1:02Luck left late Saturday and now
1:07Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
1:11They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
1:16I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit
1:26If I was listening I could hear it
1:34I'm shock-collared at the gates of heaven
1:3925 years that I've been trying to shake loose
1:45And if I try to sit still
1:48Then someone's breathing down my neck
1:54So I'm embarrassing myself again
2:01I should see myself out
2:06Lay me down in the tub
2:09Throw away my phone
2:11Strap a muzzle to my mouth now
2:16And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
2:20They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
2:25I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit
2:35If I was listening I could hear it
2:41If I was listening I could hear it
3:07Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a
3:12Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
3:17I've done nothing right
3:20I've gone wrong beside
3:22I can't see what's there
3:26Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
3:30They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
3:35I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit
3:44If I listen I can hear
3:50If I listen I can hear
3:55If I listen I can hear
4:05Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a
4:10Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
I can be romantic When I'm starving for sleep When I try but I can't seem To remember anything With hair from a dog I've got a fistful of it's mane It's too coarse to stomach So I shove it down my throat Luck left late Saturday and now Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed They watch me sleeping in the kennel again I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit If I was listening I could hear it I'm shock-collared at the gates of heaven 25 years that I've been trying to shake loose And if I try to sit still Then someone's breathing down my neck So I'm embarrassing myself again I should see myself out Lay me down in the tub Throw away my phone Strap a muzzle to my mouth now And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed They watch me sleeping in the kennel again I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit If I was listening I could hear it If I was listening I could hear it Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now I've done nothing right I've gone wrong beside I can't see what's there Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed They watch me sleeping in the kennel again I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit If I listen I can hear If I listen I can hear If I listen I can hear Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
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