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Foxy Christmas

Foxy Christmasv-Vox

Hip Hop,Rock,Indie Pop,Progressive,Ear candy,Crisp,Soulful,Atmospheric,Energetic,Uplifting,Joy,Throat Singing,Male singer,Medium,Fast,Changing Tempo,Accelerating,Rap,Country,Anticipation
avatarFox NickyMay 19, 2026
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[Verse 1] Seven days a week, the clock keeps ticking fast Frost against the window pane that never lasts Hammers swing, paint drips, we patch the cracks and holes Trading sunlit days for cold, winter goals [Chorus] We grind all year for the glow in their eyes Halloween screams, Christmas lights, winters wildest highs Work, entertain, holiday, repeat the endless loop Chasing moments that make the long days worth the fruit [Verse 2] October rolls in, we carve the dark to life Creepy alleys hum with screams and flickering light Kids pour from every street, wide eyes drinking in the snow Animated ghosts and ghouls where our front lawn used to grow [Verse 3] October breathes, we wake the dark alive Crackling bulbs hum down the dead end drive Every door spills children, wide and wild and cold Ghosts grow where the front yard grass used to grow [Verse 4] Christmas comes soft, we huddle with our folks But this year we’re building a grotto, where magic walks and talks Tinsel strung tight, snowflakes stuck to the glass We craft the joy we never got to have back when we passed [Chorus] We grind all year for the glow in their eyes Halloween screams, Christmas lights, winters wildest highs Work, entertain, holiday, repeat the endless loop Chasing moments that make the long days worth the fruit [Bridge] But this year the grind has a crack in its shell We lay the hammer down beforewe ring the bell Fire, the dog, two mugs, the quiet tide No more clockwork days, just the christmas lullaby [Chorus] We grind all year for the glow in their eyes Halloween screams, Christmas lights, winters wildest highs Work, entertain, holiday, repeat the endless loop Chasing moments that make the long days worth the fruit [Outro] Gold light on our hands, ash upon the sill All the years of heavy work lay quiet now and still Before the clock pulls us back to the endless mile We'll hold this quiet magic, make it last a thousand miles