| Here’s a little bit of the day we met; |
| a whole long list of my regrets
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| There’s a two step dance that never swings; |
| a little bit of you in everything
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| The shimmering of the Christmas lights; |
| a lonely tone in the deepest night
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| As Nat King Cole softly sings; |
| a little bit of you in everything
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| But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
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| There’s a little bit in the books I read; |
| a little bit in the films I see
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| A little bit in those common themes; |
| there’s a little bit of you I keep with me
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| The sound of a train in the empty night; |
| a voice of a girl in the lazy lights
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| As Nat King Cole softly sings; |
| a little bit of you in everything
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| But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
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| No, no, no I don’t want to be haunted by the choices I made before
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| Tell me one thing that’s worth saving from this nameless generation
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| Give me one thing, give me one thing, give me one thing; |
| one thing forever more
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| Well, there’s a little bit of the day we met and a whole long list of my regrets
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| As look out onto the airplane wing; |
| a little bit of you in everything
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| A little bit of you in everything; |
| a little bit of you in everything
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| Tell me one thing that’s worth saving from this nameless generation
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| Give me one thing that you’ll cherish; |
| you’ll hold onto and keep sacred
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| Give me one thing; |
| one thing forever more |