| I remember jumping your fence because the front door woke your parents
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| Being scared of your dog until him and I became friends
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| All the little things
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| I didn’t think all the little things mean that much
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| I remember late night drives, fast food, and french fries
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| You’d play One Direction songs, I’d pretend to mind
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| But The Little Things
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| I didn’t mind All The Little Things quite that much
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| And right before the sun came through the window frame
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| You had turned to run, I asked if you would stay
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| You said «Honey that’s not the agreement that we made»
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| Oh It shook me right to my bones
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| Oh I’m not sure if holding you close
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| Was worth watching you go
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| Not too much I could do without salting the wound
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| Seeing your photograph, hearing your favourite tune
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| All the little things
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| I didn’t think all the little things mean that much
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| And every now and again I wonder how you have been
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| If you’ve settled down who’s the lucky man
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| All the little things
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| Does he like all the little things I used to love
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| Oh It shook me right to my bones
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| Oh I’m not sure if holding you close
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| Was worth watching you go
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| Now I wake to the sun from bed on the highway
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| So far I’ve sang your songs in 27 states
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| Last night in Philadelphia
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| Somebody had your name
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| Oh It shook me right to my bones
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| Oh It took me to Leamington
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| Oh It shook me right to my bones
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| Oh It’s been a while since I last wrote
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| How you been keeping Rose? |