| Song | Needle |
| Artist | Born Ruffians |
| Album | Birthmarks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I belong to no one | |
| Like the watermelon | |
| Rolling with momentum, spitting out its seeds | |
| Buried under snow and waiting just to show us | |
| How it grows and knows how yummy it will be | |
| I belong to no one | |
| A song without an album | |
| Long forgotten maxim spoken to the sea: | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one… | |
| You belong with me | |
| When I was a boy | |
| I wished that I was older | |
| Wished that I was taller, tall enough to see | |
| See the things I see today | |
| Now I wish they’d go away | |
| How they’ve led me far astray | |
| Stray from what I need | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won’t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won’t belong until I am gone | |
| I am just a no one | |
| I’m the same as every one | |
| Spinning underneath the sun, head between my knees | |
| I belong to no one | |
| I am a minimum | |
| Rolling into bigger sums adding them to me | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won’t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won’t be long until I am gone |
| I belong to no one | |
| Like the watermelon | |
| Rolling with momentum, spitting out its seeds | |
| Buried under snow and waiting just to show us | |
| How it grows and knows how yummy it will be | |
| I belong to no one | |
| A song without an album | |
| Long forgotten maxim spoken to the sea: | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| You belong with me | |
| When I was a boy | |
| I wished that I was older | |
| Wished that I was taller, tall enough to see | |
| See the things I see today | |
| Now I wish they' d go away | |
| How they' ve led me far astray | |
| Stray from what I need | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t belong until I am gone | |
| I am just a no one | |
| I' m the same as every one | |
| Spinning underneath the sun, head between my knees | |
| I belong to no one | |
| I am a minimum | |
| Rolling into bigger sums adding them to me | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone |
| I belong to no one | |
| Like the watermelon | |
| Rolling with momentum, spitting out its seeds | |
| Buried under snow and waiting just to show us | |
| How it grows and knows how yummy it will be | |
| I belong to no one | |
| A song without an album | |
| Long forgotten maxim spoken to the sea: | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| You belong with me | |
| When I was a boy | |
| I wished that I was older | |
| Wished that I was taller, tall enough to see | |
| See the things I see today | |
| Now I wish they' d go away | |
| How they' ve led me far astray | |
| Stray from what I need | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t belong until I am gone | |
| I am just a no one | |
| I' m the same as every one | |
| Spinning underneath the sun, head between my knees | |
| I belong to no one | |
| I am a minimum | |
| Rolling into bigger sums adding them to me | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my way | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I strike the ground | |
| Make a mighty sound knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone | |
| Away | |
| Away | |
| Away to always belong | |
| Belong | |
| Belong | |
| Won' t be long until I am gone |