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