| I’ve got a lot of holes with patches
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| Worn out shoes I could stand to lose
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| Shirts and jeans with paint and splatters
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| Reminding me of times with you
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| Highs and lows that’s how life goes
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| When little moments shine
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| Hold them close they should never be sold
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| Cause they only get better with time
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| I’ve got a lot of pictures in boxes
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| Boxes and boxes of things I love
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| Now and then I open them up
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| And shuffle around through junk and old bills
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| Highs and lows that’s how life goes
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| When little moments shine
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| Hold them close they should never be sold
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| Cause they only get better with time
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| Old notebooks
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| With lyrics and outlooks
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| On life and what it’s about
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| Piles of nothing
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| Add up to something
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| That I just can’t throw out
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| Highs and lows that’s how life goes
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| When little moments shine
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| Hold them close they should never be sold
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| Highs and lows that’s how life goes
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| When little moments shine
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| Hold them close they should never be sold
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| Cause they only get better with time
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| They only get better with time
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| Those little old moments that shine |