| It's not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts
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| It isn't bursting into song in Central Park
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| It's not the outline of your face drawn in the stars
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| It's a "still-there-Monday-morning" kind of love
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| There's no dramatic declarations in the rain
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| It's not a love that finds its pleasure after pain
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| I couldn't train a bunch of doves to spell your name
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| It's a "don't-know-what-the-messin'" kind of love
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| Our kind of love, it gets better every day
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| Crazy colors in the grey, our love
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| Tiny love, it's a tiny love
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| My life was dull
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| I used to walk in a different way
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| But now I'm dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin'
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| Don't care who can see me dancin'
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| Oh, tiny love
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| Oh, tiny love
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| Oh, tiny love
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| This tiny love has spoken
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| And bigger hearts get broken
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| (Oh) Tiny love
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| So small that you can't find us
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| The world revolves around us
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| (Oh) Tiny love
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| This kind of love, it can't be no other way
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| One kind of love blows the other ones away
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| Some times it's tough, others think we're acting strange
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| But it's our kind of love, our kind of love
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| Oh, tiny love
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| Oh, tiny love
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| My name is Mika Holbrook
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| I was born in 1983
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| No, I'm not losing my mind
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| It's just this thing that you do to me
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| You get me high on a tiny love
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| You get me high
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| And if it all goes bad
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| And our love sits like the sun
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| I'd give up a hundred thousand loves
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| For just this one
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| You get me high on a tiny love
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| You get me high on a tiny love
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| It's not a sunrise over canyons shaped like hearts
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| It isn't bursting into song in Central Park
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| We may be tiny to the world, but in our hearts
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| We be giants with our tiny, tiny love |