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