| Song | Winning |
| Artist | Emily Haines |
| Album | Knives Don’t Have Your Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Haines | |
| To never open a book, always reading a magazine | |
| Outspend, betting if it looks like winning you haven't been | |
| Knives don't have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count, the knives don't have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn't make sense | |
| What's a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| Open your chest | |
| What's bad, we'll fix it | |
| What's wrong, we'll make it alright, alright | |
| It's gone, we'll find it | |
| Takes so long, we've got time | |
| All the time | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you counting to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn't make sense | |
| What's a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| When you talk, can | |
| I tape you? | |
| How'd you get what we don't know? | |
| We don't know how to help | |
| Only know how to hound | |
| Nose to the grindstone | |
| Grindstone to the ground | |
| Don't even visit that place, they'll sharpen their teeth on your smile | |
| I'm glad you didnt | |
| All our songs will be lullabyes in no time | |
| What's bad, | |
| What's wrong, make it alright, alright | |
| It's gone, so long | |
| We've got time, all the time | |
| All the time | |
| Aaaaaahhhhhhh |
| zuo qu : Haines | |
| To never open a book, always reading a magazine | |
| Outspend, betting if it looks like winning you haven' t been | |
| Knives don' t have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count, the knives don' t have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn' t make sense | |
| What' s a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| Open your chest | |
| What' s bad, we' ll fix it | |
| What' s wrong, we' ll make it alright, alright | |
| It' s gone, we' ll find it | |
| Takes so long, we' ve got time | |
| All the time | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you counting to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn' t make sense | |
| What' s a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| When you talk, can | |
| I tape you? | |
| How' d you get what we don' t know? | |
| We don' t know how to help | |
| Only know how to hound | |
| Nose to the grindstone | |
| Grindstone to the ground | |
| Don' t even visit that place, they' ll sharpen their teeth on your smile | |
| I' m glad you didnt | |
| All our songs will be lullabyes in no time | |
| What' s bad, | |
| What' s wrong, make it alright, alright | |
| It' s gone, so long | |
| We' ve got time, all the time | |
| All the time | |
| Aaaaaahhhhhhh |
| zuò qǔ : Haines | |
| To never open a book, always reading a magazine | |
| Outspend, betting if it looks like winning you haven' t been | |
| Knives don' t have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count, the knives don' t have your back | |
| I wait and | |
| I count to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn' t make sense | |
| What' s a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| Open your chest | |
| What' s bad, we' ll fix it | |
| What' s wrong, we' ll make it alright, alright | |
| It' s gone, we' ll find it | |
| Takes so long, we' ve got time | |
| All the time | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| Some part of you, too small to lose | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you | |
| All of us, | |
| All of you counting to the last breath we take | |
| What we made, doesn' t make sense | |
| What' s a wolf without a pack? | |
| Open your chest and take the heart from it | |
| When you talk, can | |
| I tape you? | |
| How' d you get what we don' t know? | |
| We don' t know how to help | |
| Only know how to hound | |
| Nose to the grindstone | |
| Grindstone to the ground | |
| Don' t even visit that place, they' ll sharpen their teeth on your smile | |
| I' m glad you didnt | |
| All our songs will be lullabyes in no time | |
| What' s bad, | |
| What' s wrong, make it alright, alright | |
| It' s gone, so long | |
| We' ve got time, all the time | |
| All the time | |
| Aaaaaahhhhhhh |