| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Heard your name
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| Just as I was headin' home the other day
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| And I swear, I couldn’t even sit up straight
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| I swallowed hard
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| I found your shirt
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| Cleanin' my apartment and it made it worse
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| And I swear, you couldn’t even see the hurt
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| I swallowed hard
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| And when my friends ask how I’m doing
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| I say, «I'm great now,» but the truth is
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| I’m getting good at holding it in
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| All my emotions, all my feelings
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| But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem
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| What really kills me is all the small things
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| I saw your car
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| Wasn’t you, but for a minute, thought it was
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| I swear to God, I almost didn’t think of us
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| I swallowed hard
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| And when my friends ask how I’m doing
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| I say, «I'm great now,» but the truth is
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| I’m getting good at holding it in
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| All my emotions, all my feelings
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| But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem
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| What really kills me is all the small things
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| All the small things (Ooh, ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah
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| This city has your fingerprints all over it
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| And I can’t even think about how, someday, she will too
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| And I know I’ll get over it 'cause that’s just what I’ll do
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| But what really kills me is everything I got used to
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| I’m getting good at holding it in (And I’ve been holding it in)
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| All my emotions (All my emotions), all my feelings
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| But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem
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| What really kills me is all the small things
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| Oh, it’s all the small things (Ooh, ooh)
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| Ooh, it’s always just the small things, yeah (Ooh)
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| Oh (Ooh) |