It's the whisper of the rain when we're sleeping
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The familiar way the scent of you clings
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In the coolness of the night
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It's the little things
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It's the honest way you ask how I'm feeling
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And the way you still agree though I'm wrong
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It's the little things in life
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That carry me along
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And it's the peace that I find
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When it all slows down
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And I feel something in the air
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Keeps me from losing my mind
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In this crazy world
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When there's some little thing to share
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'Cause all alone here with you
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The little things will do Everyone's always reaching for brass rings
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As for me, I'm content with the view
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When the afternoon shadows play
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With the breezes at end of day
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There is nothing I need to say
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Let the fireworks start
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Let the band begin
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Those things don't really matter at all
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'Cause when the crowds all go home
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And I look within
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The extravagant gestures seem small
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It's not castles and kings
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It's the little things
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It's not castles and kings
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It's the little things
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It's the whisper of the rain when we're sleeping
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Little Things
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Linda Eder |