| Sometimes it’s just the little things
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| That keep this heart beating
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| To pick up all the pieces
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| And patch up where I’m bleeding
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| I see it come in flashes
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| And pretty glimmers, fleeting
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| The way you keep on sending
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| Postcards from Eden
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| I think of all the left turns
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| That somehow turned the right way
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| The kindness of a stranger
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| That resurrects a bad day
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| How easily this slipped me
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| These moments and the meaning
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| But I can see your name on
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| These postcards from Eden
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| And everywhere I look, I see your hand
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| It writes a perfect story
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| Over all my precious plans
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| A glimpse of something big when I feel small
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| And taste of how it was before the fall
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| The whispering of the autumn wind
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| The tumbling of the colors
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| The orchestrated accidents
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| It’s a beauty undiscovered
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| It hits me like a love song
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| My heart can’t help believe in
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| You’re the one who’s always sending
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| These postcards from Eden
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| Postcards from Eden |