| It’s the whisper of the rain when we’re sleeping
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| The familiar way the scent of you clings
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| In the coolness of the night
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| It’s the little things
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| It’s the honest way you ask how I’m feeling
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| And the way you still agree though I’m wrong
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| It’s the little things in life
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| That carry me along
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| And it’s the peace that I find
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| When it all slows down
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| And I feel something in the air
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| Keeps me from losing my mind
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| In this crazy world
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| When there’s some little thing to share
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| 'Cause all alone here with you
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| The little things will do Everyone’s always reaching for brass rings
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| As for me, I’m content with the view
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| When the afternoon shadows play
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| With the breezes at end of day
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| There is nothing I need to say
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| Let the fireworks start
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| Let the band begin
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| Those things don’t really matter at all
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| 'Cause when the crowds all go home
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| And I look within
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| The extravagant gestures seem small
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| It’s not castles and kings
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| It’s the little things
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| It’s not castles and kings
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| It’s the little things
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| It’s the whisper of the rain when we’re sleeping |