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If it's the little things that count |
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Then I'll be counting on myself |
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In my den I'll be going at it once again |
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Hoping it's a question of when |
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Inside |
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Anger grows, (each other more) |
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And maybe then I'll grow some more |
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And wait for the old days |
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Inside |
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Sadness grows, (each other more) |
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And maybe then I'll grow some more |
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And wait for the old age |
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It is a win-win situation (ah na) |
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It's the little things that count |
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So I'll be counting on myself |
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In my mind I'll be trying hard to break the noise |
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Hoping it's a question of choice |
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You'll always hear it in my voice |
