| I was never told about those little things you do I was heading down another dead end avenue,
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| But it just the Little things,
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| I hold on to the little things,
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| I, I, I,
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| I don’t understand,
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| How could this be true?
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| You told I’m the one,
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| Then you broke my heart in two,
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| It’s the little things,
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| Oh the stupid little things,
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| I can’t let them go,
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| Then I gave in you took control,
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| And I was the last to know,
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| The more you learn the less we grow,
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| Tell me why the dark side of your smile,
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| Keeps me in denial,
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| Oh I am getting bored to boredom,
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| Everything thats new,
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| Living in the past is how I keep my point of view,
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| It’s the little things,
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| Oh the stupid little things,
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| I can’t let them go,
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| Then I gave in you took control,
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| And I was the last to know,
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| The more you learn the less we grow,
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| Tell me why the dark side of your smile,
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| Keeps me in denial,
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| I know this road has to end,
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| All of the signs says driving too hard
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| break again
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| And I was the last to know
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| (know, know, know, know)
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| It’s the little things,
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| Oh the stupid little things,
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| I can’t let them go,
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| Then I gave in you took control,
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| And I was the last to know,
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| The more you learn the less we grow,
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| Tell me why the dark side of your smile,
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| Keeps me in denial,
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| Oh |