In the morning, a coffee-flavoured breeze
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From the window, the sun lights up the street
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Take a shower, so many ideas
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The radio goes whispering in my ear
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Till I’m ready to live once again
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All the little things
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They’re my little things
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Everything I breathe with every day is part of me
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All the little things
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They’re my little things
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Everything I’m living every day is part of me
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In the traffic, a city scented breeze
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Newspapers, people, magazines
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I can hear a dog barking from far away
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Everybody walking their own way
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I don’t want to miss a single second
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Of the little things
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They’re my little things
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Everything I breathe with every day is part of me
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All the little things
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They’re my little things
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Everything I’m living every day is part of me
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All the little things
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A house, a job, some photos, a dream, the pride of a dad, travels
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The show and a new car, the summer, the winter, the sea, the sunset
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Some fast deep looks, my stolen kisses, a lover that suffers
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Those nights, those talks, we grow up together, the joy, the pain
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A grandmother dying, a son being born, a brand new year
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A christmas together, playing, screaming, asleep in the yard
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The shows, football, champions, the waiting, the boredome, the smiles
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Mom on the phone, she’s crying for joy, the presents
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Some friends on a saturday night, the brother who’s so far
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A sunrise on the horizon, the movies, clothes, a sincere hugging
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The words never said, the books, the school, the people around
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The moving, the dinners, the things never done
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The wine in the country, the colors, the rain, the sweat
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The stories of life, the cities I’ve lived and that i’ve forgotten
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The crashes, illusion, the being righ, the dancing at the parties
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The paintings, the showrooms, the going to theatre, the exams
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A pizza in front of the television, holding hands
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The looking away, thinking that tomorrow will be a better day |