Title: White Chair
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Artist: Singltus
Album: Singltus
Author: Chris Treharne
Copyright: Chris Treharne
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Tempo: 140 BPM
Tracks: 4
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Bars: 57

Lyric

Cinderella's drunk I'm difficult to deal with
From your intoxicating kiss
A hundred needles couldn't sew me up right now
But I don't think it would make a difference

Pull me off this electric chair
I think I'm frying
Right before your very eyes
The velocity's too much
And I'm accelerating
Someone tell the painter that
His canvas is still white

I've been injected with a fever I can't deal with
Since God arrested me
Is this a wish or did you rub your face against my skin
A little rough but very healing

Don't let those men in overcoats untie me
From the railroad tracks
If I'm emotional it's hard to talk about it
But you're the cherub that can bring me back

Pull me off this electric chair
I think I'm frying
Right before your very eyes
The velocity's too much
And I'm accelerating
Someone tell the painter that
His canvas is still white

I'll admit this madness is intoxicating
And I don't want it to end
Quickly hit the switch
And see the pretty colors
From the pyrotechnics of my heart exploding