| I like when you come hang out with me
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| In my messy apartment when we watch TV
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| And I cook you dinner
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| While you settle into my couch
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| And I like how we go down to the laundromat
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| And sip on grainy old coffee and fold our blue jeans and laugh
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| And buy those funnel cakes at the river
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| And feed those fat pigeons our crumbs
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| It’s the little things about us
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| That I love so much
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| Your pretty eyes, your pretty smile
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| Your laughing out loud
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| The way you look when fast asleep
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| On my pizza-stained pull out couch
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| I like how we can waste a whole afternoon
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| Layin' in the tall grass downloading iTunes
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| Chillin' with the freezin' at Eddie’s garage
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| On the hot roof of your truck
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| It’s the little things about us
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| That I love so much
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| So much, so much
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| Your pretty eyes, your pretty smile
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| How we can talk for hours
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| Ain’t it funny how the little things
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| Just seem to work the bigger things out
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| How I eat your burnt toast
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| You think that I think it’s good
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| Dream ‘bout kids we ain’t had yet
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| Or even if we would
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| How our long shadows kiss
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| On the swings in the park around dusk
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| It’s the little things about us
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| That I love so much
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| So much, so much |