Boy Least Likely To (The)
The Battle Of The Boy Least Likely To
Warm milk and honey Sweeten my teeth
From little acrons 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 wings From little acorns you You quietly made me Letras de cancionesMade me into you Holding it under Mine ten tillet stones From all of my demons You quietly saved me Again and again But now I feel In service again Yes I can feel In service again From little baubles Littley baubles Little embolisms grow I don't know when 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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