(Always the little things
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You got the little things)
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I used to picture love out of a magazine
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But that was the old me, that was the old me
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Preconceived notions of the way we s’posed to be
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But that was the old me, that was the old me
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'Cause when I lay my eyes on you
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Inside me you’re the point of view
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The things I used to see right through, through, though, through
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I love the way that we FaceTime when I’m gone
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I count down the days
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Always the little things
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You got the little things
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I used to dream of a big house, fast car
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And sapphire rings
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But that doesn’t mean a thing
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You got the little things
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You got the little things
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You, you
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You got the little things
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You, you
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You got the little things
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I used to picture love out of a magazine
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But that was the old me, that was the old me
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Preconceived notions of the way we s’posed to be
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But that was the old me, that was the old me
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'Cause when I lay my eyes on you
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Inside me you’re the point of view
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The things I used to see right through, through, though, through
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I love the way that we FaceTime when I’m gone
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I count down the days
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Always the little things
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You got the little things
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I used to dream of a big house, fast car
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And sapphire rings
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But that doesn’t mean a thing
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You got the little things
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I love the way that we FaceTime when I’m gone
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I count down the days
|
Always the little things
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You got the little things
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I used to dream of a big house, fast car
|
And sapphire rings
|
But that doesn’t mean a thing
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You got the little things
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I love the way that we FaceTime when I’m gone
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I count down the days
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Always the little things
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You got the little things |