The Battle of the Boy Least Likely To Lyrics
| Song | The Battle of the Boy Least Likely To |
| Artist | The Boy Least Likely To |
| Album | The Best Party Ever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hobbs, Owen | |
| Warm milk and honey | |
| Sweeten my teeth. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into me. | |
| Paper thin skin stretched | |
| Over my bones. | |
| From shells and pebbles you.. | |
| You quietly made me..? | |
| Made me a home. | |
| But I can't get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| And I won't get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| Under a full moon, | |
| Hopelessly trying to | |
| Retrace our footsteps in the snow. | |
| I don't know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. | |
| Foxes in boxes, | |
| And butterfly blues. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into you. | |
| Holding it under | |
| My tounge 'til it stings. | |
| From all of my demons | |
| You quietly saved me | |
| Again and again. | |
| But now I feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| Yes, I can feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| From little bubbles, | |
| Little air bubbles, | |
| Little embolysms grow. | |
| I don't know to hang on. | |
| Everything I feel feels wrong. | |
| I don't know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. |
| zuo qu : Hobbs, Owen | |
| Warm milk and honey | |
| Sweeten my teeth. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into me. | |
| Paper thin skin stretched | |
| Over my bones. | |
| From shells and pebbles you.. | |
| You quietly made me..? | |
| Made me a home. | |
| But I can' t get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| And I won' t get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| Under a full moon, | |
| Hopelessly trying to | |
| Retrace our footsteps in the snow. | |
| I don' t know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. | |
| Foxes in boxes, | |
| And butterfly blues. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into you. | |
| Holding it under | |
| My tounge ' til it stings. | |
| From all of my demons | |
| You quietly saved me | |
| Again and again. | |
| But now I feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| Yes, I can feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| From little bubbles, | |
| Little air bubbles, | |
| Little embolysms grow. | |
| I don' t know to hang on. | |
| Everything I feel feels wrong. | |
| I don' t know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. |
| zuò qǔ : Hobbs, Owen | |
| Warm milk and honey | |
| Sweeten my teeth. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into me. | |
| Paper thin skin stretched | |
| Over my bones. | |
| From shells and pebbles you.. | |
| You quietly made me..? | |
| Made me a home. | |
| But I can' t get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| And I won' t get used | |
| To being alone. | |
| Under a full moon, | |
| Hopelessly trying to | |
| Retrace our footsteps in the snow. | |
| I don' t know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. | |
| Foxes in boxes, | |
| And butterfly blues. | |
| From little acorns you.. | |
| You quietly made me.. | |
| Made me into you. | |
| Holding it under | |
| My tounge ' til it stings. | |
| From all of my demons | |
| You quietly saved me | |
| Again and again. | |
| But now I feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| Yes, I can feel | |
| And surface again. | |
| From little bubbles, | |
| Little air bubbles, | |
| Little embolysms grow. | |
| I don' t know to hang on. | |
| Everything I feel feels wrong. | |
| I don' t know when to hang on | |
| And when to let go. |
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