For the Foxes - Sinking Like a Stone Lyrics
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Sinking Like a Stone
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What Are The Lyrics For Sinking Like a Stone By For the Foxes?
She's got that look in her eyes
She's on a one way trip to a little tiny piece of his mind Makes her feel all kinds of nice when he calls You want a piece of the sky You got a lot of soul, but you can't break the ice He makes you feel all kinds of nice when he calls But you're the one who's fallin' (oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh That we're afraid to play So we'll run (so we'll run) Running never feels like it's enough Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game You got that look of denial You're moving like a cigarette burn still Itching in the still of the night Makes you feel all kinds of right, does he call? But you're the one who's fallin' He's the one still crawlin' Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh That we're afraid to play So we'll run (so we'll run) Running never feels like it's enough Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game He's got you sinking like a stone Pick up your broken heart and break somebody's bones He's got you sinking like a stone Forever sinking like a stone Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh That we're afraid to play So we'll run (so we'll run) Running never feels like it's enough Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game So we'll run Running never feels like it's enough Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh Love is such a losing game! Oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh |
Who Wrote Sinking Like a Stone By For the Foxes?
Nicholas Francis Dungo
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