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Here's to the small things that give pleasure. |
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Here's to the everyday things that bring a smile. |
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My hands are complicated thoughts. |
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My hands are complicated, |
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But my feet just wanna go. |
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Here's to the finer points that mean everything. |
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Here's to the details that so often get overlooked: |
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The way one day fades into another; |
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The way simple desires get expressed (What's the bus that goes by here?) |
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Here's to the best things. |
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Here's to the things that give |
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God pleasure. |
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Here's to the things that make |
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God smile. |
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The small victories are big ones. |
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And as one day fades to another, |
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As the past fills up with failure, |
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It all adds up. |
