| In a little town down south
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| There’s a little clapboard house
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| With a wolf outside the door
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| In the bedroom there’s a light
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| That’s been staying on all night
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| For at least a month or more
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| The heartaches and the bills keep coming due
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| And with all they’re going through
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| It’s no small miracle that love hangs on
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| Hearts get weary when hope is gone
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| In a world where roses wither and die
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| It’s no small miracle when love survives
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| It’s been uphill for a while
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| But he still makes her smile
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| Every now and then
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| Lately they’ve been finding' out
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| It’s the little things that count
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| And they do what they can
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| He tells her he loves her every day
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| She says things will be okay
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| It’s no small miracle that love hangs on
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| Hearts get weary when hope is gone
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| In a world where roses wither and die
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| It’s no small miracle when love survives
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| In a world where roses wither and die
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| It’s no small miracle when love survives |