| Song | No One Just Is |
| Artist | Holly Miranda |
| Album | The Magician's Private Library |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Holly Miranda | |
| Everyone knows me and they | |
| All know where I fall short | |
| I hope this makes it past | |
| The discontent in your heart | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| I think it's a broken compass | |
| Got us down this far | |
| Anyone with two cents | |
| Would pull the ripcord | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| No one just is, no one just is | |
| But we just keep falling with our | |
| Ever impending ground | |
| Rising up to meet our | |
| Poor judgment and | |
| It's all for show | |
| Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
| Of what really goes on here | |
| Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
| Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
| Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
| I write it down to into a | |
| And you'll be warm | |
| When it comes you'll be warned | |
| You'll be warm, you'll be warm |
| zuo qu : Holly Miranda | |
| Everyone knows me and they | |
| All know where I fall short | |
| I hope this makes it past | |
| The discontent in your heart | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| I think it' s a broken compass | |
| Got us down this far | |
| Anyone with two cents | |
| Would pull the ripcord | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| No one just is, no one just is | |
| But we just keep falling with our | |
| Ever impending ground | |
| Rising up to meet our | |
| Poor judgment and | |
| It' s all for show | |
| Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
| Of what really goes on here | |
| Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
| Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
| Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
| I write it down to into a | |
| And you' ll be warm | |
| When it comes you' ll be warned | |
| You' ll be warm, you' ll be warm |
| zuò qǔ : Holly Miranda | |
| Everyone knows me and they | |
| All know where I fall short | |
| I hope this makes it past | |
| The discontent in your heart | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| I think it' s a broken compass | |
| Got us down this far | |
| Anyone with two cents | |
| Would pull the ripcord | |
| This love does no one justice | |
| No one just is, no one just is | |
| But we just keep falling with our | |
| Ever impending ground | |
| Rising up to meet our | |
| Poor judgment and | |
| It' s all for show | |
| Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
| Of what really goes on here | |
| Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
| Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
| Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
| I write it down to into a | |
| And you' ll be warm | |
| When it comes you' ll be warned | |
| You' ll be warm, you' ll be warm |